Page 50 of Falling for the Knight

“I would say so, aye.” But then she cocked her head as if reconsidering. “In a way.”

Hannah took a sip of vegetable soup, her pink tongue darting out to test it first. He immediately hardened, which reminded him of the uncomfortable ride back earlier that evening.

“And why do you say so?”

Gerard watched them, brows furrowed. He did not need to ask what worried the man. His fascination with Hannah had come at the worst possible time.

Kenton’s visit. The end of the treaty. An impending attack.

The future was full of challenges, but she likely wouldn’t be here. Today, she was next to him. And he did not wish to squander the time they had left.

“There’s much I still don’t know about you,” she said, surprising him.

He raised his brows, inviting her to continue.

“Such as how easily I can bring you to the same place as you brought me to today.”

Tristan choked on his ale. He would have spat it out had he taken a fuller sip.

“For a moment,” he said, “I thought you meant—”

“Aye? What did you think?” she asked sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Every time she said the word “aye,” it reminded him of her attempts to acclimate. And while she was doing it well, to say Hannah Sutton blended into his world . . .

“I think,” he whispered back. “It will be a very interesting evening indeed.”

Before she could respond, a commotion at the entrance commanded her attention.