A tear fell down Emma’s cheek. “He came back to you just like he promised he would.”
“You are sure of this?” Patience asked. “He could be telling you a tale to get you to trust and love him.”
“I discovered it myself and he refused to admit it until he had no choice, and the truth came out. I have no doubt that he is Quinn.”
The door opened then, and Rhys walked in, Hunter and Rogan entering behind him.
Patience flew off the bed and punched Rhys in the shoulder. “So, you are Quinn, are you?”
Rhys leaned his face close to Patience’s. “Your punch has improved since you were little and so has mine and I will knock you on your arse just as I did when you were young, though a bit harder than I used to, if you hit me again.”
“Damn, it is you,” Patience said and punched his shoulder again. “What took you so long to come home?”
Rhys shook his head and turned to Hunter. “God bless you for marrying her.”
“What do you mean God bless him?” Patience snapped. “He is blessed I let him marry me.”
Emma was laughing and wiping tears from her eyes as she walked over to Rhys and gave him a hug. “It is so very good to see you again.”
“You as well, Emma.” He turned to Rogan. “You are a lucky man.”
“That I am,” Rogan said and reached out and drew Emma into his arms.
“The three of you are lucky to have each one of us,” Patience said, and her husband threw his arms around her in a tight hug.
“Do not think that will stop me from punching him again now that I know who he is,” Patience warned.
“He is still the Dark Dragon,” Hunter reminded.
Patience thought a moment. “Then he can teach me the skills of his ghost warriors.”
Hunter rolled his eyes while everyone else laughed.
Heather tried to stop the yawn that surfaced, but all she could do was raise her hand to cover it.
Rhys walked over to his wife, sitting down on the bed beside her and slipping his arm around her. “You need to rest more.”
“He is right. You should nap,” Emma said, “we will see you later.”
Patience grumbled as Emma forced her out the door.
Rhys turned and pressed his chest to hers, to gently ease her down on the bed while he stole a tender kiss.
“I miss your breath-robbing kisses,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck so he could not move away.
“Get better and I promise you more than breath-robbing kisses.” His hand roamed down along her side and slipped under her backside to give it a squeeze.
A knock sounded at the door and Rhys was glad for the intrusion. He had gone without making love to her for two days and it was two days too many. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her, but she was not well enough yet. So, he needed to stay a safe distance from her.
He bid the person to enter as he got off the bed.
“Excuse, my lord,” Nessa said, “but Lady Emma said I should bring this to Lady Heather and make sure she drank it.”
“Then I will leave you to the task,” Rhys said and hurried past her to the door. He stopped and turned. “Drink it all, wife. I am eager for you to get well.”
Heather smiled as the door closed behind him.
Nessa placed the tankard on the chest and went to help Heather sit up. “You look much better, my lady.”
