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wasn’t used to when we made love, but I was excited by it.
    Thomas placed his rough hands over mine and thrust over and over. The slaps of our skin meeting echoed off the wall in quick succession. I couldn’t hold in my moans of pleasure and screamed as he took me. His hands released mine and he gripped my breasts tightly, driving himself even deeper into me.
    Suddenly he pulled away and before I could protest, he spun me around and grasped my hips, pushing my back to the wall. With a quick lift, he spread my legs and entered me again and I gasped. I closed my eyes and panted, reveling in the intensity of our passion. As my muscles tensed and my body buzzed with joy, I opened my eyes to look into his while I came.
    Brennan’s solid green eyes looked back at me.
    • • •
    The dream faded fast and my breaths were heavy. Panic ran through me when I looked around, trying to figure out where I was and what had just happened. Betrayal of Thomas’s memory brought guilt with it that wouldn’t subside. I sat in the cold water with tears running down my face, then washed them away and climbed out of the stream.
    I gave up on clearing my head and put on the little clothing I had, then walked back to camp to check on Brennan. He sat against the tree, finally awake, examining the stitch work I had done on his arm. As I came closer, he looked up me and blushed when he saw my nakedness, then averted his eyes.
    “My apologies, I hadn’t realized you weren’t clothed,” he said quietly. My face flushed red as I remembered his roughness from the dream. His having manners now slightly cracked the fantasy of him.
    “You are going to have to get used to it. I used my shirt for bandages,” I said.
    He smiled and pulled a roll of cloth from his back pocket before handing it over. It was the cloth previously wrapped around my bust. It once again wrapped nicely against me, more loosely now since there was no longer a need to hide my identity.
    “It would have been nice to know you had that the whole time; it would have made a better bandage,” I told him, but he simply smiled at me.
    “How long was I out?” He looked up at my now-covered chest, then away again. The fantasy took another hit.
    “You were out for three days,” I said. “I gave you water and kept your wound clean. You really need to get used to me without a shirt. We have a long trip, and if you can’t stop looking at the ground, I’m afraid you may knock yourself out by walking into a tree, which would make all the work I did to keep you alive pointless.”
    He chuckled and looked up, unable to keep his gaze from my covered breasts.
    “Maybe you can take a bath in the stream and cool off while I scavenge for food. You’ll need to clean the wound anyway.”
    Without a word, he averted his eyes again and stood to head down to the stream. My gaze followed him as he went and my guilt multiplied, threatening to choke me.
    It didn’t take long to find enough nuts and berries to help take the edge off our hunger. Brennan returned to camp a short time after I did. His bear-like body dripped with water from the river. Thomas had been toned from his military training and workouts, but Brennan was different. The muscles running over his body were the product of rigorous labor from working on ships. His veins showed with jagged cords threading through his massive arms and legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and was sure he could have been a contender against my friend’s stable boy. If he noticed my stares, he didn’t mention it, and for that I was grateful.
    “The fight was to take place close to the Italian border,” he said, coming close, grabbing a pair of pants, and pulling them up. “If we fell there, we should be somewhere in France, possibly close to Lyon. I think finding shelter there will be our best bet. We can head out at first light.”
    “Hadn’t the French sided with Italy?” I asked. “Won’t they just take us prisoner?”
    He shook his