Page 13 of Forgotten Secrets (Secrets of the Heart 4)

“Egads, are you serious?” Bedivere ran a weary hand through his hair.

“You said she kissed like a dead fish,” said Branton, replacing his sword into the sheath.

“Really.” He looked from one of them to the other. “Because of that, you saw fit to come knocking at my door in the dead of the night?”

“I willna have a man accuse me of somethin’ that isna true,” whined the girl.

“If you are looking for an apology, I’m sorry, but you won’t get it. Now, go on to bed where you belong.” He started to close the door in her face but she stepped in front of Branton and her hand shot out to stop it.

“Listen, I don’t know what you want, but can’t this wait until the morning?” he asked her.

“This willna take but a moment,” she told him, reaching out and pulling him to her, kissing him deep and hard.

So much in shock was he that he didn’t know how to react. She went from standing lifeless while he kissed her to kissing him so passionately that it set his loins afire. And when he thought she was going to pull away, she kissed him once more, this time, slipping her tongue into his mouth. All worries fled his mind and his manhood hardened at her seductive actions.

Then she stepped back and raised her chin, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips, causing him to squirm since he was now very randy.

“I dare ye to tell me I kiss like a dead fish now.”

“Nay,” he said, shaking his head, not sure how to respond. “That kissing was more like . . . a Winchester Goose.”

“A goose?” She crinkled her nose, apparently having no idea he meant a whore. That is, not until Branton leaned over and whispered in her ear. She listened and her eyes grew large and her jaw dropped. “How dare ye say that!” Her hand shot out to slap him but, this time, he was expecting it. He clasped her wrist in his fingers, pulling her closer and talking in a low voice.

“If you come to my room again at night, do so without your bodyguard because I am not fond of being watched when I bed a woman.”

She pulled out of his hold and her arms clasped around her tightly as she once again hid behind Branton.

“I think it’s time we go, Morag,” said the boy.

“I agree,” he answered, seeing someone in his peripheral vision heading to his room. “Percival,” he muttered under his breath, shocked to see his younger brother at the castle.

“Who’s that?” asked Morag as Percival stopped in the shadows.

“No one,” he said. “Now go.”

“Oh, it’s yer squire,” said Morag, waving a hand in the air. “Hello, I am Lady Morag. What is yer name?”

Bedivere squeezed his eyes closed and bit the inside of his cheek. Damn. Why did Morag have to be here? Now, he was going to have to address her question or run the risk of looking suspicious.

“Aye, it’s my squire, Percival,” said Bedivere, motioning with his head for his brother to come out of the shadows.

“Hello,” said Percival, giving Bedivere a nasty glare for calling him his squire.

“I’m glad they told you that I’m staying in the castle instead of in a tent.” He reached out and yanked his brother into the room. “Goodnight,” he said to Morag, slamming the door in her face.

“Squire?” asked Percival, pushing out of Bedivere’s grip. “Get your hands off of me, Brother.”

“Shhh,” he said, putting a finger to his lips. He waited a moment and then opened the door a crack and peered up and down the corridor. When he was sure Morag had left, he closed the door and bolted it. “I’m sorry about that, Percival, but I couldn’t take the chance. The girl has a wagging tongue and is much too inquisitive for her own good.”

“Oh. I understand,” said Percival, collapsing atop the bed and falling back. “I just want this all to be over.”

“You and me both. What are you doing here?” Bedivere went back and uncovered his weapons and continued to polish them.

“I was sent here by Whitmore.”

“What?” Bedivere’s head snapped up. “What the hell does that mean? I’m waiting for my contact.”

Percival sat up on the bed and dug something out of his pouch and held it out. “I know. I am your contact.”

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