“Should I be concerned that it’s possible for a man to climb the wall and get into my chambers through the window?” Isobel asked quietly, only partially joking.
James chuckled and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Seeing as you had to open the window while I hung from the ledge, I think you’re safe,” he told her.
“I still cannot believe you did it,” Isobel murmured with a shake of her head. “I thought you were going to fall and break your neck.”
“I needed to see you,” he whispered as he ran his fingers over her naked back.
Isobel nodded in understanding. “Every night without you next to me is harder than the last.”
She often dreamed of James only to wake up alone and desperately disappointed, and no amount of clandestine daytime rendezvous could erase the loneliness that co
