“Where do you want this?” Adalard asked, holding up a small table.
Samara looked up. She giggled when she saw the cobwebs stuck to his dark hair and a smudge of dirt along his jaw. A surge of warmth swept through her, and she looked away.
“In front of the window. I think adding the two chairs on either side would look nice. Thank you again for helping me with this. It would have taken me days to do half of what we’ve been able to do in a couple of hours,” she said.
“I don’t mind,” he replied, placing the table in the spot she recommended.
She shook her head. “I’m sure you didn’t come halfway across the universe with plans of moving furniture,” she teased.
“No. My plan was to bed as many human women as I could,” he replied before an expression of dismay crossed his face. “I should prob
