Robina grinned as she stood up and skipped across the room. “It’s nice to see my sister again.”
As the door closed behind her, Caillen closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath.
“I’m not sure what’s worse. Having the information that is supposed to go to the War Office in the hands of your little sister, or not being able to respond when a beautiful woman washes your body.”
Caillen’s gaze shot to Astley and her cheeks heated. “You were awake?”
His lip quirked. “Could a man sleep while his body is being caressed?”
“I did not caress you! I bathed you like I’ve been bathing you for over a week!”
His brows drew together. “I’ve missed an entire week of erotic hands doing wonderful things to my body?”
Caillen’s lips thinned as she pressed them together. “If you even think about touching me, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
“Damn, all that passion wasted.”
She was going to hit him.
He grinned for the first time. It would have been wonderful if…
“You can’t hit a dying man.”
“Actually, I can.”
His grin grew. She wanted to celebrate until he said, “My cock still needs to be washed.”
