What if he … What if he were completely naked? She’d been close enough to him to know he hadn’t worn a tunic. Thank the good lord she couldn’t see him. The warrior put off a lot of heat and it had been toasty warm in the bed. What on earth was she to say to him? How could she face him? What if she’d acted like a harlot? What if she’d disappointed him, or worse, what if her lack of skill had disgusted him?ĭespite the throbbing in her head and the nausea boiling in her stomach, she eased from the bed and shivered as the cold slid over her body. Humiliation burned her cheeks and tightened her chest. Then she realized that if she had no memory of the event, it couldn’t have been so bad, could it? Now she was lying in bed next to her … husband.ĭid it count as consummation if she couldn’t remember it? Shouldn’t she have shed more clothing than she had? Keeley and Mairin hadn’t gone over specifics such as that. The last thing she remembered was standing in front of Keeley’s window.

She searched her memory but couldn’t summon a single image of what had happened the night before.

It wasn’t as if she could hide them forever. It was still in place, which meant her husband hadn’t been too invasive, nor did he realize the fullness of her breasts. Her hand flew to her bosom and she felt the linen binding around her breasts. Such as the very warm, very hard body next to her, and the fact that she was clad in only her underdress. Though it was dark, just the air sliding over her eyeballs made her twitch in agony.Īs she lay there she became aware of other peculiarities. She forced her eyelids open and promptly regretted that action. She moaned softly and batted at the offending object only to find herself swatting at air. Something or someone was sitting on Rionna’s head.

Never love a highlander