Damen was quiet behind him. Here in the low lamplight, Laurent looked so boyish and young, peeking from beneath the coverlet. Had Damen moved too fast, too afraid of the chances of a long courtship? His own feelings had not changed, in spite of his anger and hurt. He could not be sorry for his choice. He could only wish they'd had more accord in their union. It would make things so much easier now.

He tucked a corner of blanket around Laurent's shoulders. "I'd rather be a little uncomfortable." And near you. The sound of his low, steady breathing combined with the drone of night insects beyond the thin walls of their tent.

"You are weary." Damen had been part of that wearing out, and Laurent had had a hard ride after their consummation. "Can I - do you need anything?"