Ibernia snuggled drowsily against Rowan’s warmth and refused to think of more practical matters. The first pale light of the morning crept into the cabin and made the walls glow a pearly gray. She had been easily distracted from her mission, she supposed, but there was still time to ensure her father’s safety.
After all, while they were at sea, Baldassare could do nothing.
The cabin was chilly, but Rowan’s heat was wrapped around her back, his cloak tossed over them both. The pallet was too narrow for two, but after all they had done upon it, Ibernia decided that sleeping should be no challenge at all. They had pleasured each other repeatedly, and Ibernia admitted to herself that Rowan’s sure touch had eased her consternation.
Rowan’s hand swept over her in a long lazy caress and she sm
