Page 48 of Her Tempting Traitor
Gabby shrugged. “I have written four times to Bull, each time explaining how utterly useless I have been here in Inverlochy. I could write again and ask him for whateveryou need. Or I could help you here, in whatever you need to reach the point where youcanreveal the truth.”
Cassian stared.
She…
She thought he was a good man.
She believed him. Believed in his innocence.
The realization was…stunning.
Swallowing Cassian turned again, uncertain what to do, how to react. He pressed his back against the chaise and stretched out his legs, one be-footed, one not. His toes were bare, and he curled them into the fur rug she’d been sitting on earlier.
And then, as he stared down at his remaining foot, another joined it.
Gabby had stretched her legs out beside him, her skirt hiked up just enough to reveal her feet. Herbarefeet. Her slippers had come off when she’d been curled against him earlier, and she wore no stockings.
Why?
The sight of her delicate toes affected him more than he thought possible.
As his cock began to harden again, Cassian shifted, hoping to hide it.
“Gabby…”
Her foot moved, brushing against his, and at the same time she moved her hand forward to close around his own. Thismeant her breast was pressed against his upper arm, and his throat suddenly went dry, feeling like a green lad.
Because, unless he was mistaken…she wasn’t wearing a corset.
Fook.
She’d come to his room tonight with a very clear purpose, and he was tired of fighting it.
If she thought being intimate with him would lead him to spill his secrets, she was wrong. He was forewarned now, and knew well how to tell a woman what she wanted to hear without revealing his own heart.
Except…
This wasGabby.Who trusted him. Who believed him. Whom he hadn’t known last month but now felt he knew better than himself.
Who thought he was a good man.
“Gabby…” Cassian tried again, then swallowed past his dry throat. “I was born a bastard.”
She wriggled slightly. “I was as well.”
“But I was raised as a gentleman.”
“And I was raised as a lady.”
“And as a gentleman, I feel I ought to warn ye…”
There was something…somethingimportant. Something he needed to pay attention to. And hewould, just as soon as he could pull some of the blood away from his cock to sustain his brain. Because at this moment, with her all-but drapedacross him, and her lips inches from his, all he was thinking wasGabby Gabby Gabby?—
“Yes?” she whispered, mischief in her eyes.
“If ye dinnae get up and leave now, Gabby, I am going to kiss ye.”
There. It was said.
