Bewitching Rhaego (Clecanian, #8)

by Victoria Aveline

“They all think I’m here because you did something wrong?” Wives didn’t do these chores. Phirdo had told her as much this morning. She’d known this logically, but she hadn’t quite understood what her being here would look like to these judgmental people. Rhaego didn’t answer, but the stiffness in his expression told her she was right. “Why did you offer to bring me if you knew this would happen?” she whispered while eyeing all the shoppers sneaking glances in their direction. “Because I knew it’d bring you joy.” Her gaze swung back to his, but she was having trouble finding her words. His head dipped low, and his brows lifted. “It does, doesn’t it?” Throat dry and insides squirming with heat, she nodded. A small, relieved smile lifting his lips. “Then that’s all that matters.” Damn, he’s a sweet man! Her heart swelled until she couldn’t contain herself any longer. She stretched to the tips of her toes, just far enough to plant a kiss on his cheek. When she lowered to her heels, Rhaego remained stooped. Eyes wide and face flushed, a red glow burned around his pupils, leaching out into his gray irises like a creeping fire. The rumble of his purr lit the air before he smothered it. Her belly somersaulted. “Thank you.” She peered at the pink man and found his eyes wide and his hands frozen halfway between wrapping their fillets. “I know it’s a little unorthodox for me to be here, but I was just so curious. An alien planet with all new fish and animals and spices. Wouldn’t you ...