“Goodie,” I muttered churlishly.
The smile grew full-fledged.
Ugh.
“Fresh milk,” he said, tipping his head to the jugs. “And ale,” he went on.
Yuck. I hated milk and beer. Still, it was something. Though, I wished I knew how to use that kettle contraption. I’d checked it out and it was beyond me. There was no filter. And even if I figured it out, there was no water. And I needed caffeine, stat.
“Right,” I mumbled.
He lightly kicked one of the sacks with the toe of his boot. “Porridge oats, bread, butter, sugar and salt beef,” he went on.
Now we were talking.
“Fabulous,” I murmured.
He lightly toed the other sack. “Clothes for you. And shoes.”
Oh dear.
I bit my lip.
He smiled again.
Oh shit.
“Now, love,” he started walking toward me, “I hope you spent my time away thinking about how creative you can be.”
Oh shit!
I started backing up.
“We need to talk,” I informed him.
His head tipped to the side but he didn’t stop moving. “Well, that’s creative but not what I was thinking.”
Oh shit!
My back hit stone so I lifted a hand, palm out.
“Noctorno,” I whispered.
His chest came up against my hand and kept coming, pushing it back so it was caught between our bodies.
Yes, that was how close he was.
Yikes!
“Uh –”
“I warn you not to delay, Cora, I’m hungry and it’d be a shame, me eating in front of you,” he advised.
I stared up at him and all I could see were his light blue eyes. They were very blue and very clear. Like the sky on a sunny, cloudless day.
“Your eyes are like the sky on a sunny day,” I blurted and his mouth twitched.
Oh God. Why did I say that?