“Good morning,” she murmured, her drowsy voice soft as a caress.
He brushed a kiss over her forehead. “Good morning, love.”
Propping her head on one elbow, she squinted to see the clock on the bedside table. “My, it’s rather late.”
He threaded his fingers through her softly mussed hair. “I am in no hurry to leave this bed.”
A little vee creased her brow. “I’d planned to rise before dawn, before Mrs. Langford and Mrs. Garrett were up and about. If I move very quickly and very quietly, I might make it to my chamber without arousing suspicion.”
A chuckle escaped him. “Ye can try, but ye’d be wasting yer time. Nosy as she is, Mrs. Langford could’ve spied for the Crown.”
Nervously, she nibbled her lip. “I hadn’t intended to cause a scandal.”
“Those wise ladies will not be shocked.” Unable to get his fill of her beauty, Logan traced the curve of her face. “Truth be told, Mrs. Langford could see I was drawn to ye from the start. She said as much, cheeky old soul that she is.”
“They will not be taken aback?”
He slowly shook his head. “Those women have lived. And they’ve loved.”
Amelia sat up and tugged the bedsheet over her rounded bosom. Dipping her head, she kissed him softly. “If I’m not careful, I will develop a taste for spending nights in your bed.”
“My sweet Amelia, it will be my pleasure to hold ye, night after night.”
A hint of a frown crossed her features. “I’ve no doubt of that.”
“What troubles ye?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly.
Too quickly.
“Ye have regrets?”
“No.”
Seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, he caressed her cheek as he searched for the right words. “What we did was natural, my sweet. It was right.”
Her nod seemed uncertain. “In my heart, I know that truth. But I’ve never before felt so free in a man’s arms.”
He brushed a kiss over the bridge of her nose. “That’s a good thing, Amelia.”
A small smile touched her lips. “Your touch drives me to madness. But I know so little about you. I want to learn more. Your family. Your home. Your secrets.”
“My secrets, eh?”
“I still don’t know why you felt a debt to my brother.”
“I’ve told ye the truth. He saved my life. That night, he was forced to kill a man.”
Amelia veiled her gaze with her lashes. “He never spoke a word of this to me.”
An invisible stone the size of his fist tumbled into Logan’s gut. Bloody hell, he’d much rather be kissing her in the morning light than making confessions about a past he wanted desperately to forget. But if Amelia wanted the truth, he would blasted well give it to her.
“Taking a life changes a man,” he said. “Paul would not have wanted to burden ye.”
Amelia’s eyes darkened to a stormy blue. Had she sensed the raw pain behind his words?
“Please, tell me what happened.”
