“I could tell you she won’t suspect anything . . .” he murmured, “but we both know that’s a lie.” “Do I tell her?” Rua wondered. Renwick propped his chin up on her stomach and looked up at her. “That is up to you,” he said. “I would like to shout it from the rooftops.” Rua grinned down at him as she traced the lines of his face. “There are no rooftops to stand on in the Lyrei Basin, only tents.” “I’m sure I can work something out.” He winked at her. She loved this playful side of him, so loose, so himself. It was a side only she got to see. Rua took another slow breath. “Okay, wish me luck.”
