She jerked to her feet. What am I thinking? To all but invite him to stay? I don’t love him! I’m not even sure if I like him!
“We need to get back to work,” she said, her voice shaking.
Harald c****d his head at her, a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth. “I am a free man now, Fiona. What makes you think I want to work for you? What wages are you offering?”
“Wages?” She blinked at him.
“Am I a slave? Or am I free?”
“You’re free, of course.”
“Well, I’m not sure how you do it here. But where I come from, people are usually paid for work. Otherwise they turn to evil ways.” He blinked his blue eyes at her innocently.
“You…” She stuttered to a halt, at a loss for words. “Fine.” Her lips thinned in annoyance as she tried to calculate the increased coin his labor would bring in, again
