“Shall we drink to that?” “With pleasure.” He dropped his hands to her waist and lifted her from the stage. Her feet had barely touched the floor when the main door to the tavern opened, letting in a flood of late-afternoon sunlight. Caleb’s gaze flickered past her to the imposing figure in the doorway. “You owe me fifty dollars, Duchess.” She caught her breath as the looming shadow growled, “Get your hands off my wife.”
