Rough Comfort

She hadn’t said a word for many miles.

Clearly mad at me, thinking I forced her off her horse.

He was tempted to tell her so, but knew Almora would have hell to pay for lying to her, if he did.

He decided not to. Let her think it’s me.

She hates me anyway.

But this had gone on too long. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What if he’s given up on me?” She breathed.

Disseus instantly saw how selfish his own thoughts had been at those startling words. “Your boy?”

“Yes.”

“He won’t have.”

“But, if he has?”

“Nim, you’re entirely unforgettable. Certainly, as a lover. And most assuredly, as a mother.” He said with conviction. “He hasn’t forgotten you.”

She turned to give him a searching look.

He kept his gaze straight ahead and said nothing but felt the emotion in her study. Emotion that seemed to echo through him at her vulnerability. He clenched the rein in a white-knu