The sudden downpour carried well into the night. It thundered loudly along with the irritated complaints of the ladies who made it back to the manor, leaving their dripping umbrellas lined up at the main doors.
The morning brought warm sunlight, as though it had never rained. Lia's eyes traced the rays as they traveled across Claude's velvety skin—his strong arm over her stomach, his sculpted chest and abdomen, his thigh flush against her side. She stared at the spots where they were touching, reddened from tangling together all night long as they slept, before clenching her eyes shut in sudden shyness.
They had shared a bed in the capital but slept in separate quarters when they arrived in Del Casa. It just felt like the right thing to do.