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She had placed a fresh change of clothes on the bed, a high-necked, long-sleeved dark blue velvet dress; though not conducive to tending the ill, it certainly would keep her warm.
The fire’s light highlighted her freshly scrubbed skin as she finished the last of her scrub. She jumped when suddenly the front door opened, letting in not only a blast of cold air but Reeve along with it.
They both stood staring at each other, a layer of snow quickly melting off Reeve’s hair and shoulders.
“I-I-I-” Reeve stumbled over his words.
“Should have knocked,” Tara scolded, her arms crossing over the front of her, trying desperately to cover herself.
Reeve flung off his cloak and dropped it on the peg by the door, though he missed and it fell to the ground. Not that he noticed, he was too busy staring at Tara.
“Good Lord, you’re beautiful,” he said, advancing on her slowly.
The passion that flooded his dark eyes warned that she would be in trouble very soon if she didn’t cover herself though it might already be too late.
She searched around her for something to cover herself with, but her fresh clothes lay out of reach. The only thing left was the towel she had used to dry herself, and that was damp. But it was something, at least, and so she reached for it.
“Don’t!” he warned sharply. “I love looking at your naked body.”
“But it’s not a wise idea,” she cautioned, her hand creeping closer to the towel on the table.
He grinned. “I don’t care.”
He was near on top of her when she grabbed for the towel.
He was faster. He reached out and grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked her up against him. “You made a promise. Will you keep it?”
“Now is—”
“A good time,” he finished.
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
“It’s what you should be saying,” Reeve said.
“I am needed—”
Reeve grinned. “You are definitely needed.”
Tara surprised herself when she asked, “Needed or loved?”
“That’s a good question,” Reeve said. “Shall we find out?”
“I think I would prefer the answer first.”
“You want to knowifI love you before Imakelove to you?”
“I would,” she said.
“You’re standing here naked in front of me, and you want me to make certain I love you before I ravish you—”
“Out of love or need?”
“Do you know what you ask of me?”
Tara nodded slowly. “The truth.”
He sucked in a breath, let her go, and turned away from her, running his hand through his hair before he turned back around. “I think I love you, I believe I do, it makes sense that I do—”
