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“I am, but I am also duty-bound to my wife”—he held up his hand to stop her retort—“I will honor both ... and hear no more about it from you.”
She smiled. “You really must learn to choose your words more wisely.”
Trey grinned. “And you must learn to beobedient.”
Bliss’s warm breath whispered across his ear as she said, “As you wish, I will be obedient, especially in bed, though I much prefer to be ...wild.”
“Forget obedient,” Trey said, and took her in his arms and kissed her.
Chapter 13
Bliss wished that they weren’t sitting in the middle of a camp of injured farmers, or perhaps it was good they were. Trey’s kiss tingled her senseless and had her wishing for more, a good reason to end it since it could go no further. So she did, and quickly, though with much reluctance.
She could feel the desire that sizzled between them; it heated her skin and made her wet all at the same time. She ached to make wild love with Trey, and if they were alone, she had no doubt that they would. How one simple kiss could stir such crazy passion surprised her and made her curious as to the depths of desire that would be ignited if they hadn’t stopped.
It also continued to surprise her that, in such a short time, they had grown more and more attracted and attached to each other, but it shouldn’t have. Her grandmum had told her how her mum had fallen in love with her da as soon as she laid eyes on him. Grandmum had detailed how Bliss’s mum had burst into the cottage one day and announced she had just met the man who would be her husband though he had yet to speak with her. If her mum had fallen in love that fast, couldn’t she? But her mum had chosen her husband, whereas fate had chosen Bliss’s.
“I wish we were alone,” Trey whispered with a kiss to her temple.
She had no intentions of denying the obvious. “As do I.”
They both grew silent, their thoughts the same. They wondered when this torture would end and they would finally make love.
No further words were exchanged. They simply stretched out on the blanket that Trey had laid on the ground by the fire. He tucked his cloak around them once she was snuggled against him, and they both reluctantly, and with some difficulty, went to sleep.
Bliss woke a bit disoriented. She was cold and it was dark and Trey ... was gone.
She sat up abruptly and saw that everyone still slept and then recalled Trey telling her that Burnell and he had discussed posting guards. He had probably volunteered for the late-night post, not trusting the wounded to remain as alert as he would.
For a minute, she thought to go to him, but that wouldn’t be fair. Her presence would only interfere with his duty, and she had already interfered enough. She wished she could see the future more clearly for herself, but it was a senseless wish, and she knew it. She would only be shown what she was meant to see ... no more.
She sighed as she stretched out on the blanket, and, in no time, she drifted off to sleep.
“Help me! Please help me!”
Bliss heard the pitiful plea but could not see who made it, the mist too thick. “Where are you?” she called out.
“Not far. You must help me, I beg you. I never meant it to be this way.”
“Keep talking so that I can find you,”Bliss said.
“You must hurry, please.”
“I’ll find you. I promise I’ll find you,”Bliss said.
Suddenly the woman was there and she grabbed hold of Bliss.“You can’t have him. I won’t let you. He’s mine. He belongs to me.”
The blond woman grabbed hold of Bliss, her fingers digging into her arm, and, try as she might, she couldn’t break free.
“Let go of me,” Bliss demanded.
But the woman didn’t, she kept tight hold of her, and no amount of struggling freed Bliss. But it didn’t stop her from trying. She fought and continued to fight to break free.
Farmers usually rose with the sun. With so much work to be done before nightfall, one had to rise with the break of dawn to have enough time to complete all the daily chores. So Burnell relieved Trey just as the sun came up.
Trey was glad to see him. It wasn’t that he was tired though he yawned repeatedly; he knew there was no time to sleep. He intended to hunt again for game so that the men could eat and grow strong. He approached the campsite and immediately saw Bliss in distress. She looked to be struggling, as if fighting someone in her sleep. He hurried to her side, grabbed her, and gave her a shake before he took her into his arms, held her tight, and demanded that she come back to him.
“Come back to me, Bliss. Do you hear me? Come back to menow,” he said adamantly.
