Breanna looked away, hoping the dawn light was still pale enough to hide her blush. Sleep had been the last thing on her mind while Falco was keeping watch with her. But she didn’t think her older-brother-the-baron wanted to know that.

She ran her fingers up between her breasts, checking to make sure she’d retied the tunic laces Falco had untied last night.

“Where is Falco?” Liam asked.

Breanna jolted and tried not to look guilty. There was no reason to feel guilty. She was a grown woman and could take a lover if she chose to. Why shouldn’t it be Falco? Until she’d gotten to know him, she hadn’t met a man who made her feel ripe and…juicy. The feel of his hands as he caressed her breasts and the way his mouth—

“Breanna?”

“Hmm?”

“Falco?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“Where. Is. He?”

Mother’s tits! Her mind had drifted, and now Liam was giving her that narrow-eyed brotherly stare.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” Liam asked.

She really didn’t think so. “About what?”

“About Falco.”

“He went over to the stables to check on the men standing watch. Storm’s coming,” she added, changing the subject.

“Maybe more than one,” Liam replied not quite cryptically enough.

Breanna crossed her arms over her chest. Gran wasn’t making a fuss about Falco’s interest. Why should Liam?

The thought of her grandmother brought other uneasy thoughts. “Liam?”

He was watching the storm. “Hmm?”

“Do you think Gran’s becoming ill?”

That got his full attention. “Why do you ask?”

Breanna shrugged. “Fiona said Gran didn’t eat much at dinner last night and she went to bed shortly after we came back here.”

“She was tired. That’s all.”

“She’s never tired.”

Liam walked over to her, put his arm around her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head. “This has been a trying time for her, Breanna. So many people looking to her to make wise decisions, so much uncertainty about what’s going to happen. I’m not surprised she’s tired. Even my mother dozed off last night while we were still talking, and she’s a generation younger than Nuala. Don’t worry over something a good night’s sleep will set right.”

She and Liam turned as a boot scuffed the kitchen threshold.

“Here,” Donovan said as he walked toward them, balancing two plates of buttered toast and two cups of tea. “Tuck into that. It will take a while for us all to get a proper breakfast.”

“I see Gwenn is teaching you how to make yourself useful,” Liam said. He released Breanna in order to take the plate and mug that Donovan held out to him.

Donovan just snorted.