“You won’t argue with me, will you?” He shifted closer on his knees, raising her skirts to her lower thighs before he removed her second slipper and worked his magical fingertips along her other foot, massaging away the aches and pains. A fuzzy, warm feeling cloaked her and it wasn’t just from the gin any longer.
“Not tonight.” She leaned back in her chair and let him continue to rub her feet.
“Very well.” His laugh was soft and rich, burning her inside like the gin.
Owen stood and with deft hands, swung her up into his arms and walked the few feet to the bed and set her down.
“Stay here while I find you a nightdress.” He exited his chamber.
While he was gone, she unbound her hair and combed her fingers through the long strands, detangling small knots. Then she peeled back the covers
