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“You do?”
“The man from yesterday. You want to ask me about him.”
“What gave it away?”
“You have nothing to sell me—” Jamil paused as though hoping Raider would contradict him then went on, “And I sent him your way in the bathhouse. It did not look like you had a happy conversation. Though it did look … stimulating.”
Usually, Raider felt no embarrassment about such things, but he found his cheeks heating. He made himself smile anyway. “He’s very attractive.”
“He seemed to have similar thoughts, given the way he was staring at your ass when you first walked by.”
Raider sat up straighter. “Oh?”
“Of course,” Jamil added, “you walk like everyone should be staring at it.”
“And why shouldn’t they?”
“One of these days, Raider, you will attract more attention than you know what to do with—maybe his.”
Raider sighed. “Everyone is making portentous comments today. Can we not simply enjoy a bite of food and a smoke?”
“And answers to your questions?”
“Well, if you’re offering … But first—was he really staring at my ass?”
“He was staring at you. I cannot swear to the precise target of his gaze.”
Raider consoled himself with a bite of Agra’s delicious flatbread. “What did he want from you yesterday?”
“Why didn’t you ask him that yourself? You were certainly talking long enough.”
“We mostly argued. He wanted to cross the Kesh. I told him he was crazy and talked him out of it.”
“No, you didn’t. He was in here not long ago, ordering supplies.”
“What? Why the hell did you sell him supplies that will only get him killed?”
Jamil shrugged. “I am a simple merchant. If he is crazy, that is his trouble, not mine.”
Raider gritted his teeth. “Where is he now?”
CHAPTER 6
“ARE YOU INSANE?”
Seth released the hoof he’d been inspecting and straightened beside his horse’s shoulder. Raider was standing outside the stall, his eyes blazing with fury.
So. There was a temper underneath all that rakish charm.
Not that Seth found him charming. And not that there hadn’t been a few hints of the temper already. Sharp words. A moment when his eyes, at least the right one, had seemed to flash as they spoke in the bathhouse yesterday. It had happened in Yusef’s shop, too, though Seth assumed it to be a trick of the light, something in the way it sometimes caught the amber, giving it a flare of gold.
Seth calmly crossed his arms, pleased to be the one in control this time. It helped that he wasn’t starving. One thing he’d say for this town: the food was good.
It also helped that he’d finally dealt with his cock.
He’d done his best, his very fucking best, to resist, refusing to take his hand to himself even when he’d woken hard and aching and grinding unconsciously into the mattress. Normally, Seth didn’t deny himself release because that only ever turned him into an asshole—which was exactly what he’d been this morning.
The self-denial had been a matter of principle (and maybe a bit of stubbornness) because when he’d woken up grinding like that? He’d had some very disturbing images in his mind. Images of the man standing in the stable aisle right now. In those images, though, Raider hadn’t been wearing his ruby and sapphire silks. Hell no.
