Delaney didn't want Vincent to touch her but she couldn't get back up on the saddle without his help. He laced his fingers to make a step for her and helped her up. When he reached out to touch her arm she pulled it back. He let his hand fall and looked away.
He took the reins and began forward, leading Frost. Delaney stared hard at her husband's back as he walked. As angry as she was with him she couldn't help admiring his figure as he moved. He wasn't wearing a cloak like she was. He was in black breeches that fit him perfectly, showing off every muscle. His shirt hung loose with his bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back. He wore his sword on his hip so it swayed as he walked.
