I want a bath." "Only if I'm there to give it to you," he said, then heard his words and wondered where they'd come from. Oh, aye, he was trying to keep her safe. It would be a poor thing indeed if all his fine tending was ruined by a foolish bath. "Richard!" Her face was scarlet. Richard suppressed the urge to pull his suddenly stifling tunic away from his neck. "You'll require aid," he said defensively. "Would you rather have Warren help you?" "I'd rather have that little girl that helps Cook." "She's a child. She isn't strong enough to hold you up should you faint." "I don't want you to do it," Jessica insisted. Richard set his jaw. This wasn't the time or the place he'd wanted to discuss their betrothal, but Jessica was being ridiculous and likely only because she didn't understand their situation. "I have every right to do it," he growled. Her gaze flew to his. She looked startled. "I beg your pardon?" "Those words we spoke," he said, gesturing in the direction of the bed. "You remember which ones." She ducked her head so quickly he didn't have a chance to see the effect of his words. "The betrothal?" Her voice was barely audible. He cleared his throat roughly. "Aye," he answered. "The betrothal.
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