"You're getting faster," he said, hiking me up, scooping one arm under me and raising his free hand to draw his thumb under my eye. "Still tired, though." I slung weary arms over his shoulders, clasping one wrist loosely as I tried to catch my breath, ignoring the pleasant stretch of my legs spread around Conall's body. I'd found a pair of kid leather breeches in my closet today and the freedom of movement was delicious, although I wished now for a skirt that would be easier to draw up and out of the way. "You might remedy that," I said, even though I knew whatever Conall offered would be a
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