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into a pile of longing.
    “I’m glad it was you who saved me,” Thame
whispered the words and his eyelids slid shut.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    I’m glad it was you who
saved me .
    Breena was still smiling as she plucked potatoes
from the field beside their house. She plopped them into a small sack and kept
repeating those words in her head. He was so damn sexy she couldn’t function
normally around him.
    The moment the words seeped into her
overheated brain he fell back to sleep and she tripped on the way out of his
room. She landed on her butt and cursed. Gran came from the hot stove to see
her sitting on the floor. Her butt hurt from the landing even as laughter
echoed through the kitchen. She bent and picked a few more. This field was one
of many that Breena tended to so Gran could sell them at the market. It was
their livelihood along with Gran’s knitting genius. The woman could sell a cat
a coat in the peak of summer.
    I’m glad it was you who
saved me .
Her smile returned full force, white teeth visible and her eyes lifting to the
cloudless sky. She wanted to walk right up to his partially covered body, lift
away that flimsy cloth and take a long look at his good bits. That was entirely
too bold for her. There was a soft sigh from her lips as she glanced back at
the house. That took courage and will power; she had insignificant traces of
either in her entire being.
    “Iníon!”
    Breena lifted a brow. How did she always
know when she was thinking dirty?
    “I have food for him...”
    Oh, her cheeks flared pink as she hefted
the sack and brought it into the house. She used her open doors to deposit it
into the kitchen. Then Returned to close and lock them and by then her flush
dissipated. The house had a strong, delicious smell of roasting tomatoes and
savory garlic with extra potatoes, just the way she liked it.
    “Go feed him first, we’ll see if it kills
him then try it ourselves.” Gran grinned as she spoke.
    Breena just shook her head and grabbed a
small, steaming bowl off the counter. “Thame, his name is Thame.” It was the
first time she spoke it aloud, and it slipped from her tongue like a silky drug.
    She rushed out of Gran’s view before
taking a deep breath, squaring her shoulders and watching her footing closely
with each step. There was no need to add stew to the ‘food in her hair while
trying to look sexy’ list. His door was ajar and she used her hip to press it
open so she could squeeze in.
    The sun was setting. Colors decorated the
clear sky. With the curtains open, there was a shadowed, romantic feel to the
room. The man that currently ruled her dreams was sitting up in bed with a wince
that made her sex drive plummet.
    “You shouldn’t be sitting up already.”
That had to hurt. His eyes lifted, locked with hers and she broke the rule. She
stopped watching her feet, forgot about the hot stew and stumbled. Her knee hit
the bed, the stew flew upward and she inwardly cringed as she tried to catch
her balance. That resulted in her landed with a yelp on the bed and the stew
rained down on them in chunky blobs. She ignored the slight pain with the hot
food on her skin and didn’t dare look at him.
    Breena wanted to disappear right now. Her
eyes were closed and she prayed to God to just make her vanish from the face of
the earth. How could she be this clumsy every time she came near him? After
several seconds of silence she cracked one eye open, and began her apologies.
Of course, he had no tomato on him. It was primarily in her hair, smudge on her
back and collecting in the blanket around his waist.
    “You have bad balance.” he muttered then
snorted, “...and very bad aim.”
    She nodded, scrunched her lips in a frown
and added stew to that previous list.
    “...but even covered in food you look
beautiful...”
    Her heart lurched and she revoked the
previous vanishing wish. Her lips lifted in a grin then Gran came through the
door, took one look at them and lapsed into a fit of