“You talking about dishonoring me, Jackson?”
“Only until the ceremony can be arranged. No dishonor between a man and a woman when good intentions are planned.” He said huskily. “It’s when others get involved and in the middle that it becomes dishonoring.”
“Ah.” I tapped my lip. “I get it now.”
I flicked his nose and gave a feminine giggle in my throat.
“Get what, Fiere?” He called after me.
When I didn’t respond he called. “I don’t think you do...”
But I did. At least, I thought so.
He’s promising me a gown and a mark for me to hop in his sheets. Ha!
Now I was sure that my brother wasn’t part of this ploy. This is all Jackson.
How many women has this worked on? I was sure there were a number.
I’ll not be one of them.
***
But later that day he caught me by the stables. C
