The trouble with baking for a whole camp was that a woman could finish the job with enough sugar in her hair to feed a family of ants. Felicity had thought she could get rid of it with a quick dip in the stream. By the time Voss got his fingers into the knot at the end of her braid, she was having a hard time remembering why she'd been in such a hurry to get clean.
"Hold still a second. You've managed to tie the ribbon around your own ear." He eased it loose without pulling a hair. She could feel her ear coming forward again as soon as the pressure came off. He put his mouth against the spot and licked a few grains of sugar from the soft skin there. "I hope you charged those fellows for the trouble you went to over their dessert."
"I gave my customers their money's worth," she told him. "I think they got the better part of the deal, considering I'm standing in a stream with my clothes on a rock and four men arguing about where to start."
