Of course, it didn’t explain why she was in his room. Shouldn’t she be sleeping somewhere else? If they didn’t have an extra room, shouldn’t she be in Isabelle’s bedroom instead?

And what about last night? She was almost certain she’d slept with him. Worse, she had a feeling her dream was no dream. She’d remember that kiss for the rest of her life. My God the man had a powerful mouth and he definitely knew how to kiss. She’d never kissed like that. Well, she’d kissed like that but…she’d never felt consumed by a kiss. She’d never been held like that either. He must think her ten kinds of a hussy, but she hadn’t been able to help herself.

It felt so right and his body…his body was so…well, the man was built. He was so large he engulfed her, and his muscles were so defined they were amazing. When she ran her hands along his back, his skin was so hot she felt like she was being seared. And she wanted to feel his hair again too. It was thick and soft, longer than it should be. But she liked it on him.

Oh my God, what in the hell was she thinking? She hadn’t even seen him yet.

If she had the chance, though, she knew she’d do it again. Somehow, deep down she knew Greylen was what she’d been searching for.

The rest of her day was spent in bed. Hiding blushes when she thought about that kiss and enjoying her recuperation more than she ever imagined. Anna sat by the fireplace while Isabelle sat next to her reading. When Gwen wasn’t sleeping, Isabelle chatted endlessly.

Greylen’s sister was delightful. She had a dry sense of humor and seemed quite mature for someone who’d just turned eighteen.

Before supper Gwen had a bath in front of the fireplace. Why there, she couldn’t be sure, but it helped immensely. Anna rubbed the aches from her body, using a soap that smelled of wildflowers. And Isabelle leaned against the rim and brushed her hair, then tied it in a ribbon. Lady Madelyn returned and removed her bandages, commenting on how pleased she was with the progress of her wounds.

Since she wasn’t used to being cared for by others, she sat quietly wrapped in a towel in front of the fire. Lady Madelyn and Isabelle put ointment and gauze on all of her cuts while Anna instructed the servants to remove the tub and bring up a tray for dinner. But when she heard Anna ask Isabelle to fetch another bedgown, Gwen finally spoke up. “Anna, is there something else I might wear? I’m not really comfortable in long nightgowns.”

There was an extremely long pause and Gwen thought she’d be refused. Thankfully, Lady Madelyn saved her. “I see no harm,” she finally said. “No one’s about but us, and you might rest easier.”

Relieved, Gwen thanked her and asked for a shirt to sleep in instead.

They laughed.