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He needed to sober up. He looked to Groot and simply said, "Food."

The passing of another half hour, a change of clothes, and a hearty meal had a negligible effect on Court's sobriety. He stomped up the stairs, passing the French women as they descended, ignoring their glares.

He'd made sure Annalia had had some food and her bags taken up to her. And of course some whisky-spiked tea. Now that the women had left her room, he expected her to be passed out asleep after such a day.

Damn, he would like to have seen her in the bath. Probably a good thing he didn't. If he ever witnessed her wet, soapy body…. He stifled a groan and eased open the door.

He found her on her knees, rooting through her bag, clad in nothing but a new bandage and a bath sheet wrapped around her torso. She hopped to her feet when he entered.

She had smooth, golden shoulders, and the candlelight showed them slightly damp. He felt a muscle in his cheek twitch.

"I-I need privacy!"

"You've had an hour."

"But I can't find anything to wear."

"Your bags were waxed. Your belongings will be dry." When she didn't answer, he said, "You could wear one of your silky, lacy nightdresses."

"How do you—? Oh, never mind! I refuse to wear that if you will be in this room with me. Now leave!"

"Ordering me?" He raised his eyebrows. "Of course. You must want to ensure that I will no' budge from this room."

"No, that's not—"

"I will turn my back and be glad of that," he said, his voice hoarse. Even Annalia fully covered in a bath sheet made him crazed.

"I need to get dressed and then under the covers."

"Your wish, lass…."

When she finally nodded, he made a big show of turning around with a huff. The second he heard the towel fall, he turned back around. And had to run his hand over his face to keep from whistling in awe.

She was…unimaginably beautiful.

She had her back to him, so he was treated to a view of her full, lush bottom, tight strong legs, slim back and tiny waist. Her hair was damp and curled down to her hips.

"Mercy," he breathed.

"Oh! You wouldn't!" She raced to slip the nightdress over her head, but she couldn't manage it swiftly enough with her thick bandage and injured arm. He thought about helping, was sure he would've helped—had he been capable of more than staring, jaw slackened. She finally swept it to the ground, then stepped into it, drawing it on.

She whirled around, catching him dumbstruck. "You promised! You said you would turn!" She reached forward to swipe a blanket from the bed, flashing him a thigh and breasts before she could hold it before her like a shield.

He was just drunk enough to grin. "I did turn. I simply turned back too soon, which was the most inspired idea I've had all day." Besides taking her into his lap in the saddle and having her put her arms around him. Today he'd begun to understand that all those clever bastards out there practicing chivalry weren't doing it only for the ladies' benefit.

"You are no gentleman! You are the opposite. You are a rogue and a cad and a blackguard." Her voice was a bit slurred. She wrapped the blanket around her torso over her gown and began pacing.

He plopped on the bed, leaned back, and raked his gaze her over shamelessly. "Ask me," he suddenly began. "Ask me to help you find your brother." Where was this coming from? He'd had one thought—get her to the posting house, to relative safety, because he'd jeopardized her. Break it, you fix it. Now he was adding another responsibility? Why?

Because when she'd finally relaxed against his chest earlier, it had been keenly satisfying to him.

Damn it, whisky never made a good decision.

"I could reunite you two and keep you safe from the Rechazados until then."

She halted at the window. "Why would I ask you?"

"Because you need me." He narrowed his eyes. "You've realized that by now, haven't you?"

"I've realized many, many things about you." She leaned her hip against the windowsill.

"Away from the window," he barked.

She glared at him but did move. "And I can just imagine what you would demand in return."

"Maybe, but maybe no'. The only way to find that out is to try me. I know this is hard. I'd wager you've never really had to ask for anything in your life."

"That is correct."

He put his better hand behind his head. "Well, this is a fine place to start."

Her head tilted sharply to the side as she sucked in a breath. He knew she would ask him, and once she did, he would help her. He also knew she was making a mental note to make him pay for this.

"I would…request your"—another intake of breath—"help."

He leaned on his side. His ribs were tender after today's fight, but he wasn't about to move from his mocking position. "Given that you're new at this, I'll instruct you—"

"As if you've ever asked for anything."

"Would you like me to instruct you?"

Her chin went up. "Yes."

"Very well. Since you still didn't ask, you're going to need to say 'please.' It should be very moving and heartrending if you're sincere. And clasping your hands together over your chest would no' hurt."

She swallowed. Her body was tight with tension. "Please."

He nodded in a deigning gesture. "And why should I help you?"

Her voice was tight. "Because you are the one who's hurt me."

"Because of the kidnapping? I thought we established it was a good thing no' to be married to Pascal. And your brother's free. Turned out pretty damned well."

Except for the fact that she was an assassin's target and they'd already struck twice.

"Regardless."

"Well, because you've asked so nicely…"

"That's it? That's all you wanted?"

"'Course no'. That just got you into negotiations. I'm a mercenary and this will be hazardous business. I'll need payments along the way."

Her shoulders slumped. "I don't have money with me." Then her eyes brightened. "But we're close to a town now. I can sell my jewelry."

"Canna sell it. They'll be expecting you to do just that. Besides, you've got something much more valuable than that." His gaze landed on her chest.

She sputtered, working up a retort, but he spoke over her. "Whenever I ask for it, I want you to let me kiss you. Just a kiss. And I want you to be as fiery as you were in the study."

"I don't think…I can't just…I'd been drinking…" She paced again.

He nodded as if in understanding. "Of course, you can always tell me to leave."

When she glared as she passed him, he suspected she was about to do just that.

"Can you never stand still, lass?"

Anger flashed in her eyes. "Does it bother you? My pacing?"

"No, no' at all. Just thinkin' if you agree, we're goin' to need a bigger room in the future. Else you'll get dizzy."

Whatever he said was a winner of a response. She stilled, and her gaze softened so sweetly on him—she had never looked at him like that—and damned if he knew why. But he found he liked it. A lot.

"Just a kiss?" she murmured shyly.

"Wherever and whenever I feel like it."

She resumed her glare at that, but mumbled, "Very well."

Court was amazed she'd agreed. All he had to do was risk his life to keep her safe from the most vicious assassin order in Europe? And he got to kiss her, at his pleasure? He definitely had struck the better bargain. "Then we have a deal." He rose and made a sweeping gesture. "You can have the bed."

She eyed him warily before she unwrapped the blanket from her torso then hastened under the cover. The moment she lay on her side, he eased down alongside her.

She gasped. "You said I could have the—" She stopped herself. "I do have the bed, don't I? But you didn't say to myself."

"You learn too quickly, lass. I'll have no more tricks in my bag."

She stiffened, and right when she would scramble away, he threw his arm over her, careful of her bandage. "Anna, stay. I will no' take my payment now. We are both hurt, exhausted, and drunk. Nothing could stir me. Even the sight of your lovely bottom dinna stir me," he said, lying so much he thought he'd be struck down. She relaxed somewhat. "But if you took away any one of the three, then I'd kiss you."

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