He chuckled and lay back on one side of the bed, one hand beneath his head, the
other clutching hers. "That's a bit of a story," he hedged. Then he asked, "How did you know about the girl?"
"That's a bit of a story, too," she mimicked him.
He chuckled and rolled ed toward her. The dip in the center of the bed made her rol
toward him as well. She froze as he pul ed back the neckline of her
nightrail and examined the wound on her shoulder.
He sighed deeply before he bent and touched his lips to the area, his lips no more
then a tender whisper across her skin. "I'm sorry if this hurt you," he
said in a voice she could barely hear. "But I'm not sorry I did it."
He rolled back away from her and put inches between them, but he still clasped
her hand in his.
Within moments, the peace i
