Chapter 3
Charles set the tray down, carefully avoiding his gaze. “I am indeed.” Firelight flickered over naked shoulders; a log cracked and hissed and they both jumped. “How do you feel?” Charles asked.
The man ran his tongue over his lips and scrubbed one eye with the heel of his hand. “Dreadful. Are you going to shoot me?”
“Shoot you…?”
“Beat me?”
Charles stared and then realisation dawned. The kiss. He cleared his throat and felt his face heat.
“Ah…no. No.” He wanted to say more, but the words stuck so he shook his head.
The man managed to sit up, only swaying a little, and as the coverlet fell to his lap, he looked down at his naked chest. He said nothing about his state of undress but shot Charles a questioning look.
“You were soaking and freezing,” Charles felt compelled to
