“Hummmm…”
What advantage, he was thinking. But he let her down, and they drank wine, ate meat and cheese and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
In the oxcart, lying in the straw, hands in her lap, Rebecca’s memories of that lovely screwing would not include Ellerby’s thoughts and schemes. But she remembered his demanding force feeling almost sorry that they parted. But hell, there were men all over the country that could love her as she liked and leave her alone the rest of the time. He was far too overbearing—just as Duncan sometimes was. What a miserable misfortune that men couldn’t be what a woman wanted, and exactly how she wanted them.
Rebecca’s excursion south took her through small villages where she pilfered a little here and there. The road was lonely. And there were few options
