“I wouldn’t have hated it,” Caleb said. “I promise you I would have done everything I could to turn your head whenever you came near the stables.” She laughed and tucked herself into the crook of his arm, and he knew he shouldn’t notice the way she felt there, in that space that suddenly felt made for her. “I am sorry to say, good sir, I never went to the stables. Seline would have been the object of your affection.” The scent of her was making him wild. There was no other explanation for why he replied, “No, Sesily. One look at you, and I would have been done for.”
