She giggled.
No, that wasn’t Harry’s giggle. Actually, he didn’t know what her giggle sounded like. And the sound had been muffled.
Harry looked at him over her shoulder, eyebrows raised in silent query, and the sound came again.
From the room next door.
They both shrugged. The price of staying at an inn often included thin walls and loud neighbors.
She set the plate and fork on the mantel and lowered her chin as Nick got to work brushing her wild, wet hair. The hint of lemon-scented soap wafted up, mixing with leather from her clothes that had traveled in the saddlebags all day.
He was not inept when it came to women. Curse Zach for even suggesting such nonsense. Nick had had more than his share of women over the years who offered themselves up to him. From society ladies like Lady
