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Even if she felt that it was her right to stay in this room, he didn’t believe she’d want to cause speculation any lad that Lachlan, at least, had departed for the evening
Enrick brought her so to settle her stomach, and after she drank half of it, she covered herself back up with the covers, not looking at Grant or his brother
She closed her eyes and didn’t say anything Neither did Grant
Enrick glanced at his brother’s state of undress, and Grant took a deep breath "I’ve got it Go to bed See you in theBeauty, smirked, then left the room and shut the chamber door
Grant closed her bed curtains to keep the warmth in and returned to the shower to rinse the soap off hastily, in the event she returned to steal his cold water with another flush of the toilet He toweled off, then finally climbed into bed He’d barely shut the bed curtains when he heard a woman’s footsteps as she ran past his bed to his bathroom
He listened, heard her lose more of her supper, the toilet flush, and the water in the sink run Then she hurried past his bed and into the lady’s chamber The mattress creaked a little in the next room, then blissful silence He truly felt bad for how she was holding up But he couldn’t do much more for her now
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he couldn’t orrying about the lass
Then he heard so different--her soft footfalls headed toward her chamber door What the devil?
Her door opened into the hallway, and he heard so on the floor as they headed out of the lady’s charoaned and threw his covers aside, naked, then headed into her roo lace bra lay scattered on the floor She was gone
He hurried out of her roo down the stairs to the first floor
Hell and da herself in trouble He headed in the direction she’d gone, then heard the wolf door squeak open and shut in the kitchen He called on the urge to shift in a hurry, not sure hoould convince her to return to the keep His body welco, his huh the wolf door and listened
Despite being drunk, shethrough the gardens
Tracking her scent, he sprinted through the cool,garden She wasn’t there He circled around, sniffing for her scent Then he stared at the gate that led to the rose garden and the seawall Either she’d co rooate that led to the rose garden He didn’t think she could havedown the garden path before he arrived
He leaped over the gate, clipping it with his back paws He sarden and followed it until he reached the four-foot-high seawall He glanced to the left and then to the right of the ray stones He didn’t see her She wouldn’t have risked her neck going over the seawall Then again, she wasn’t sober The place was unfa wolf to check them out