The Vanishing Viscountess. Diane Gaston

necessary was located. Marlena was glad Tanner was with her. The darkness disquieted her, as if it harboured danger in its shadows.

      When they returned to the room, he said, “Spare me a blanket and pillow and I will sleep on the floor.”

      “No, you will not,” she retorted, her voice firm. There was no way she would allow the man who had rescued her to suffer through such discomfort. “Not with those sore ribs of yours. You must sleep in the bed.”

      He seized her arm and made her look at him. “I’ll not allow you to sleep on the floor.”

      Her heart pounded as she looked directly into his eyes. “Then we must share the bed.”