That’s the master bedchamber, remember? You’ve been there collecting my underwear.”
“That’s right. You’re the swine who sent me on a fool’s errand when you could have gone yourself.” She observed his expression. “You did go yourself!”
“I saw you there,” he admitted.
“Did I call you a swine?”
Remembering the drama with which she sneaked into Summerwind Abbey, she didn’t know whether to laugh or shout. “Louse, rather!”
“Yes, but you must forgive me. Being a louse is my nature.

Author: Christina Dodd