"…Yes," David was saying to the old soldier. "It's been quite a week."
"It must be a fabulous treat to have all this time with so many beautiful women, though." The old man said kindly, with a wink at Lizbeth, who turned a pretty pink.
I waited for a glance from David, a small cough, a gesture—anything to indicate he thought of me when another man mentioned knowing beautiful women. But there was nothing. He didn't hesitate, or look at any of us—he only smiled handsomely and nodded. "Yes, it's been wonderful."
I wasn't sure what I expected, how I thought he might communicate to me privately in such close quarters with others, but… I did. And the fact that he bunched us all together… that hurt.
"And I hear you enjoyed the ride? A bit of drama there at the end, though, ay?" the soldier said with a solemn frown.
"Yes, it was a lovely ride—and a lovely time with all my ladies," David said… and looked at Roselind of all people.
