“Yes, I did,” he agreed.
“Part of our deal was, you wouldn’t do that.”
“No… Finnie, part of our deal was I wouldn’t toss you on a horse. I didn’t toss you on a horse. I pulled you onto a horse.”
“That’s a technicality,” I declared.
“A what?” he asked.
I didn’t explain, instead I stated, “I think you knew what I meant.”
“And I think, when you’re making a deal, you may wish to be more clear in your demands and your expectations,” he returned.
Well, it could be said he was not wrong.
I made a mental note to do just that.
We rode through the frozen forest and it didn’t take long for me to come to the understanding that I liked this better, riding with Frey. I could pay more attention to the beauty that was around me (even if it was mostly streaming by) and not where I was going. And he was warm and solid behind me and any warmth in Lunwyn, I had learned, should not only be made use of but treasured. It was a lazy way to go but it was definitely the better way to go.
Hmm.
I decided not to focus on that and instead, learn about my husband.
Therefore, I set about doing that.
“So,” I began, “uh… where have you been the last six weeks?”
“At sea,” he answered readily.
My brows went up but I kept my eyes on the vista before me. “That whole time?”
“That whole time,” he replied then went on, “or the part of it we weren’t in Middleland.”
I twisted my neck to look at him and got an eyeful of strong jaw and masculine throat. Attractive strong jaw and appealing masculine throat.
That was when I looked back forward.
“What were you doing in Middleland?”
“One of my men had an errand to run.”
Interesting.
“What was the errand?” I asked.
Frey did not answer.
Hmm. Interesting.
“Was your errand successfully run?” I queried.
“Yes.”
Not informative but at least an answer.
“Um… how many men do you have?”
“Many.”