“Snake charmer? Magical amulets?”
She grinned. “I don’t care for an easy life. I’ve had enough of that. I want adventure—with you.”
Lash stepped forward, cupping her cheek in a calloused hand, feathering his thumb over their softness. “I have come to a conclusion.”
“Another?”
He nodded. “I have concluded that you, Honoria MacCallan, are myatchen tan—my stopping place. I will never leave you. I will never want to.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I thought Rom were wanderers?”
“I fear I may have fallen into the impure ways of thegadjo.” At her look, he laughed. “I’m teasing,monisha. While most Rom never stop wandering, a few, like me, find their stopping place. You are mine. I will go wherever you go.”
“Anywhere?”
The way she was looking at him, with her heart in her eyes, made his blood quicken. He seized her hand and held it over his heart. “Anywhere.”
“If that is the case, we shall have to get married so you can follow me around.”
He shortened the distance with another step. “Many would argue we already are married in the ways of the Rom.”
“We are? And you’re only telling me this now? You do realize you left your wife!”
“I never left,monisha. I merely took some time for myself. But we will get married thegadjoway, not to worry.”
She made a scoffing noise. “Are we going to tell my brothers tonight?”
Lash shook his head, a wicked curve lifting his lips. “Tonight you are mine. Tomorrow, we battle.”
She glanced frantically around. “But we are in the stables. You want us to sleep here?”
“No one will look for you here. And I’m not letting you go back to dance with other men.”
“Are you always going to be this jealous?” she demanded, but her voice held a teasing note.
“Yes,” he growled, drawing her into the circle of his arms.
“Are you going to seduce me now?”
He caught her mouth in an answering kiss.
