"Will you let me worry about you equally?" Henry asked.
The Duke clasped his hands together and leaned his lips into them as his elbows settled onto his polished desk. Across from him was the red-headed knight who had been fussing over him the past couple of days.
When his dark eyes were set on her so intently, Irene clammed up, and the wooden spoon she had been holding over the hearty stew they had for their midday meal paused mid-air.
Had she been as hypocritical as he had implied?
Those mornings, the Commander had been up early and watching the morning practices from his window. Irene even caught his eye a couple of times, and a silent message was communicated between them. The secrets they shared made the younger knight feel so warm, even though the mornings were cold and rainy.
