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“No,” I said immediately, though I wanted to with everything inside me. “It’s just that her dreams are better.”
It hadn’t taken me long to figure out which one of us controlled our dreams each night; it was whoever fell asleep first. And I far preferred the pleasantries that her mind came up with. They were always better than the dark, hopeless doom in mine. So I definitely wanted her to lose consciousness first.
“What’s it like?” Indigo wondered quietly. “Dream sharing?”
A yearning sigh hissed from my lungs before I had to admit, “It’s amazing.”
“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “I figured it must be. Which reminds me, did you and Nicolette ever—”
When he broke off abruptly, I furrowed my brow. “Did we what?”
“Did the two of you—you know?”
I shook my head. “Obviously, I don’t.”
He growled out an impatient sound. “Lord above, I just want to know if there’s a chance she’s with child or not. If I’m going to be plagued with her constant retching and morning sickness all the journey home, I’d like to at least be prepared for it.”
Frozen, I gaped at him, not even having considered—
A dazed cold sweat swept over my face as heat filled my veins. But Nicolette with child? My child? Was it possible?
“No,” I finally said. I knew the menstrual cycles of women, and I knew when she’d gone through her courses. “The timing’s not right.”
“The timing’s not right?” Indigo repeated cautiously. “Or no, there is absolutely no possibility at all.”
“She’s not pregnant,” I snarled, unwilling to discuss the situation with him further.
“My God,” he uttered. “So you did deceive your way into her bed while lying to her about the whole purpose of your journey together, then, didn’t you?”
“I would never,” I told him in no uncertain terms, my voice hard and unyielding, even as my bones ached with regret, because I hadn’t been honest with her during that time, either. “And you will stay out of our private affairs.”
He was quiet for a moment; I could practically feel him seething from across the room. But then he exhaled, capitulating with a reluctant but respectful, “Aye, my friend. As the mark is never wrong, I’ll not interfere again.”
32
Nicolette
I fell asleep before Farrow did that night, thank God. Though we’d only shared a handful of dreams together, his always left me disturbed, feeling heavy and despondent afterward.
I didn’t like seeing how gray life had left him, either. I mean, had the man never been given a sweet treat or hug in his entire life? It was a miracle he’d turned out as well as he had. With the kind of hopeless existence he’d been given, I would’ve imploded by now.
I wanted every night to be full of my dreams, so he could at least experience some warmth and brightness.
When I appeared in the village of Mandalay, a smile lit my face.
“Oh, thank God,” a voice said from behind me, echoing my thoughts. I turned, beaming at Farrow. He lifted a shoulder almost bashfully, admitting, “Your dreams are better.”
“They are,” I agreed, going to him.
Needing my hands on his skin, I made his tunic disappear and put that leather and fur-skinned kilt back on him. Purring my approval, I smoothed my palms up his bare chest. He glanced down at his naked torso, skimmed his gaze over my spread fingers on his pecs, and then lifted his eyes back to me, his brows arched.
I shrugged, unrepentant.
This was my dream; he’d wear what I liked.
Speaking of what I liked, I hummed deep in my throat, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles under my flesh as I ran my fingers up over his shoulders, along the sides of his throat and further up so I could bury them in his hair and grip, pulling his face down to mine.
When our lips touched, he groaned out his need and kissed me back, possessively snagging my waist and pulling me up against him until I felt his erection dig into my hip.
