I watched him laugh and I liked that too.
I liked it a lot.
When he finished laughing I tilted my head to the side and again had no idea my eyes were bright and my cheeks were pink with excitement when I asked, “Wanna hear about my world?”
His big hand cupped my jaw and he answered, “Absolutely. But go, wife, and get our food. You can talk while we eat.”
I grinned at him and whispered, “Right.”
Then I dropped my mouth to his, kissed him lightly and scurried off the bed. I quickly closed the curtain to shut out the draft, rushed across the room and grabbed the tray that had been set on a dresser and took it to bed.
Then I climbed in bed with my husband, ate dinner and shared my world with him.
* * * * *
“Finnie?” Frey called into the darkness.
“Mm?” I mumbled sleepily, about five seconds away from slumberland.
“You’re too tense with your bow.”
My eyes opened.
“What?” I whispered.
“You’re too tense with your bow,” he repeated. “You’re concentrating too much. You’re letting your brain muddle your aim. You desire so badly to do well, your entire body is locking just prior to release, this jerks your aim off.”
Oh my God. He’d been watching me at archery. When I thought he’d been keeping his distance, Frey had been watching, apparently closely.
I said nothing but my heart again swelled.
Frey spoke again. “If you relax, concentrate on your target, what your arms are doing, your fingers, your shoulders, your spine, focus instead on your body, your bow, the arrow, your target and not on what Atticus will think, you will see improvement.”
Oh my God.
He knew what I was thinking, what I wanted, why I was out there with Father.
He knew what was in my heart.
I remained quiet.
His arm gave me a squeeze.
“Do not worry, wee one,” he whispered. “Atticus will like you, whether your arrow can find the target or not. He won’t be able to help it.”
I closed my eyes as his words rushed through me and with them my Mother’s from earlier that day, not only her giving them but how she gave them, what that said about her, how she felt about me and last, but by no means least, what they said about how Frey felt about me.
Tension I didn’t know I’d been holding in my shoulders and neck released, I snuggled closer to Frey and tensed my arm around him.
Then I whispered, “Okay.”
His fingers slid up my side and curled in.
“Okay,” he whispered back.
My body melted into the warm hardness of Frey’s and seconds later, I was asleep.
Chapter Seventeen