Chapter 7When Geoffrey woke, he and Ralf were a tangle of arms and legs, as if each man had feared losing the other. But they hadn’t, they were still together, and Geoffrey offered a silent prayer of thanks.
The question now was how to keep Ralf safe while Geoffrey continued with his investigation. Sending Ralf away would be met with resistance even if Geoffrey could bear to do it. Nor could they admit Ralf’s true identity—word would travel back to the church, and Geoffrey didn’t know friend from foe there. Only the bishop or above could have ordered a blanket silence over Ralf’s existence.
In truth, the only place Geoffrey wanted Ralf was at his side—at least, once they were out of bed.
“Are you well, my love?” Ralf’s drowsy question made Geoffrey smile. A long time had passed since an
