Sleep claimed them once again and Snow thought it had to be morning when she woke to her husband’s hands roaming her body intimately.

“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he whispered.

It was a quick joining and when she woke once again it was to find Thaw in bed with them, sleeping between them, Snow having felt past the pup to touch her husband’s arm.

“You put Thaw between us on purpose,” she said when she felt his hand close around hers.

“The last time I slipped out of you, I heard you wince. I couldn’t trust myself or you not to make love again. Thaw was the easiest solution to the problem, though don’t think it will become a habit.”

Snow laughed gently. “A wise decision, since I am a bit sore, though it was well worth the small discomfort.”

“I will have Runa sent to you,” Tarass said, feeling guilty that she suffered some discomfort.

“Not necessary. Willow explained what I should do if the problem presented itself.”

“Your sister looks out for you. I am grateful for that,” he said, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss.

She sighed heavily.

“What’s wrong?” he was quick to ask, while Thaw lifted his head to lick her face.

“I fear I will make a terrible wife,” she admitted.

“Why would you think that?”

“You kiss my hand and you spark passion in me. I will be far too much of a demanding wife in bed.”

Tarass laughed, not a chuckle, but a hefty laugh. “You will never be too demanding for me.”

“You think it’s humorous, but what if I am?” she asked seriously.

He laughed again. “Then you will have worn me out and I will go to my grave a happy man.”

Snow felt him move off the bed. “Where are you going?”

“If I remain here with you any longer, Thaw will find himself put out of the room again. Besides, I have duties to see to you.”

“I’m one of those duties,” Snow said, sitting up in bed, ignoring the blanket that fell to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed.

“Now you did that on purpose. Even one night together tells you how much I enjoy your breasts,” Tarass accused, turning his head away as he slipped on his shirt.

Thaw jumped off the bed and barked at the closed door.

“Someone approaches,” Tarass said.

Snow just finished covering herself when a knock sounded at the door.

“It’s Rannock and it’s a matter that cannot wait,” he called out.

Tarass opened the door.

“James Macardle is here on an urgent matter and must speak to you posthaste,” Rannock rushed to say.

“What matter?” Tarass asked as he walked to fetch his boots.