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.Boldly she gave her heart.Why would he have expected anything less?He swept her into his arms and closed his eyes, absorbing the feelings ebbing andflowing between them."Does this mean you are not adverse to the fact that I've lost my heart to you?" sheteased."Could a man be adverse to the sunshine warming his skin? A spring rain quenching histhirst or a night such as this one, when any wonder seems possible? Thank you." Hissmile was devastating."I'd begun to fear you might never give me those words.""And?" she encouraged.He said nothing, but suddenly a shiver of pleasure dancedbeneath her skin.It penetrated her thoroughly, leaving her breathless."What was that?""I've been practicing trying to say it without words.Did it work?"She blew out a calming breath."Oh yes," she said."I want you to do that tonight whenwe're& you know.""Aye, aye, mistress," he teased."And how about this one?"Lisa's nipples stiffened as a wave of dark eroticism washed over her."Oh, God.Thatwas truly amazing.""This bond can be wonderful, can it not?"Smiling her agreement, Lisa stood on tiptoe and kissed him.When he moved to deepenthe kiss, she pulled back.He looked startled, so she hastened to reassure him."I'vedrunk too much wine, Circenn.I'm afraid I must find one of those dratted chamberpots." She sighed morosely."There are some things I really miss about my century.""A chamber pot? Why not use the garderobe?""The what?""The garderobe.""You have garderobes here?" she said stiffly.He looked at her as if she'd lost her mind."Not that I wish to pry, lass, but where haveyou been going?""Chamber pots," she muttered."And what have you been doing& er& ""Dumping them out the window," she said, prickly as a porcupine.So much for demureprivacy.If there was a garderobe, why on earth had Eirren told her to use the chamberpot? Then she realized how mischievous the lad could be.It was just like Eirren to beprankish."Was there a garderobe at Dunnottar, too?""It is you who has been dumping them out the windows? I have been blaming it on mymen, making them wash down the stones.Aye, there was one at Dunnottar.I hadgarderobes put in every keep I own or visit.""You never told me.""You never asked.How was I to know? When you first arrived here, I wasn't about toaddress such private issues.I assumed you had found our garderobe on your own."Lisa snorted.Eirren had truly bamboozled her, and her pride had kept her tidily trappedin his jest."I can't believe all this time I've& Oh! Where is the blasted garderobe?"He told her, biting his lip to keep from smiling.He watched her hips sway gently in heremerald gown as she climbed the stairs.She'd said she loved him.That was promising.Perhaps it was nearly time to talk to her about loving him forever.CHAPTER 23LISA SHOOK HER HEAD AS SHE EXITED THE GARDEROBE.Very civilized.Now that sheknew where it was, she couldn't believe she'd bypassed it while she'd searched the castlefor the flask, but the entrance gave the impression of a servant's door, so she'd not givenit a second thought.The garderobe was not what she had expected; it was larger thanmost modern bathrooms, and spotless.It was obvious that the laird of Brodie pridedhimself on tidy garderobes.Fresh herbs and dried petals were scattered amid the haypiled inside the chamber medieval toilet paper.She resolved not only to bathe Eirren the next time she saw him but to dunk him a timeor two as well for all those miserable chamber-pot moments.Slipping from the small room, she was surprised to encounter Armand Berard loiteringin the corridor."Milady, are you enjoying the festivities?""Yes, I am." Her feet were still tapping from the cheery music and she was eager toreturn and perfect her steps.But she hadn't seen Armand for over a month and hadrather missed the opportunity to get to know a real live Knight Templar.She frowned,eyeing his somber attire.Circenn had told her the Templars would stay in their garrison and not join the revelry."I thought your Order did not hold with feasting such as this."He shrugged."Some of my brothers are more rigid than others.A few of us haveaccepted that the Order is destroyed, bitter though it is to admit that you have pledgedyour life to something that no longer exists.""I'm sorry," Lisa said, feeling awkward.Before her stood one of the legendary KnightsTemplars and she couldn't think of one thing to say to make him feel better."Are yourmen hunted, even here in Scotland?" she rushed on.She was intensely curious about theTemplars, their legendary powers and myths."It depends on who encounters us.If it's an Englishman, he might try to take us acrossthe border.A Scot is far less inclined to do so [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]