Page 109 of New Storm Rising
“Oh look,” I whispered to my dear husband, giving him a gentle elbow-nudge. “They’ve renovated, just for us.”
“How very kind of them.”
“You two! Shut up and get in sere!”
Pulling open the door, one of the guards shoved Mr Ambrose in the back with the butt of his gun. I resisted the urge to deck the fellow. My butt was the only one who was allowed to get anywhere close to my man!
“Move it! Into se cell!
“Why, thank you so much for your invitation,” I answered sweetly. “You’re being too kind, Si—umph!” My voice abruptly cut off as I got shoved and hit the bunk in the cell with a thud. Groaning, I prodded the smooth slab beneath me. “Is it just my impression or has this thing gotten harder since last time?”
“Silence, I said!” With aclang, the thug slammed the lattice door shut. “You’ll be making enough noise soon enough.”
“Oh, we will, will we?” Mr Ambrose enquired, eyes narrowed.
“Si.” The man smirked. “You’ll be singing at se trial tomorrow.”
And he left.
Silence descended over the cell.
“So,” I said after a while. “I gather this is your idea of a kinky wedding night re-enactment?”
Mr Rikkard Ambrose sent me a look.
“What if it is?”
“W-what?” I stared at him, flabbergasted. My fingers twitched, itching to wrap around his throat. “Are you serious? You’ve actually gotten us in here for some hanky-panky?”
Silence.
A long, long moment of silence.
“No.”
My fingers relaxed.
“At least not entirely.”
My fingers tensed again.
Eyes fastened to mine with an intensity that sent butterflies tumbling through my stomach, he grasped my wrist before I could start with the strangling. Taking a step towards me, he gazed down at me where I lay on the bunk.
“That was not the reason for us ending up here. Not at all. Yet since we are already here, and have nothing else to do… Remind me again, Mr Linton, what is the maxim I live by?”
I swallowed. “Knowledge is power is time is money.”
“Exactly,” he breathed, leaning over me. “So now that we have plenty of time, what should we do?”
My tongue flicked out, wetting my dry lips. “Make good use of it?”
Suddenly, the bunk below me felt a whole lot more comfortable. Suitable for various…interesting activities.
“My, my…” I grinned up at him. “Am I about to be ravished by a ravenous convict?”
“Says the lady with the reward on her head.” Reaching out, he stroked a gentle thumb across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. “I believe it’s up to fifty thousand now.”
“Heavens!” I clutched my chest in my best imitation of a Shakespearean actor. “To be valued so much more by other people than by my own husband! How it pains my heart!”
