She swallowed. “I don’t know.” Her mind, bobbing like a sailor on a storm-tossed sea, found a single spar to cling to. “Maybe…if we were in bed together? And you were behind me?”
“Clever girl,” Kit breathed. “Yes. That will work.
“Stop staring, you big ox, and take off your clothes,” she said to Weyland, who was obviously trying to figure out what was going on.
“As my lady bids,” he said sourly, unbuttoning his tunic. Despite her nervousness, her breath began to come quick in her chest as more and more of his splendid body came into view. Silently she thanked the seven gods and goddesses, and especially Alianna, that Weyland wasn’t like his older brother. Sir Frederik was no doubt a strong warrior, but physically, he resembled what might happen if someone shaved a bear. She had no desir
