Chapter 14
“Do you believe it’s that old?”
“Might be. I can’t find anybody who can translate the words, so that seems to support the story.”
“So it’s a priceless family heirloom and you gave it to me anyway.” Another pass of the razor over Brace’s cheek. Another smooth piece of skin to tempt his mouth. “Why?”
“I was worried.”
Jag gently coaxed Brace’s head back, exposing the bottom of his jaw and his throat. He moved easily beneath Jag’s fingers, and then was utterly still. “Worried? About what?”
“That you were here against your will. The youngest son of a no-longer-affluent family wouldn’t necessarily demand the best match.”
“So you wanted to make sure I had an out?” Jag asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Do you have any other family?”
“No.”