Clear Intentions

“You talking about dishonoring me, Jackson?”

“Only until the ceremony can be arranged. No dishonor between a man and a woman when good intentions are planned.” He said huskily. “It’s when others get involved and in the middle that it becomes dishonoring.”

“Ah.” I tapped my lip. “I get it now.”

I flicked his nose and gave a feminine giggle in my throat.

“Get what, Fiere?” He called after me.

When I didn’t respond he called. “I don’t think you do...”

But I did. At least, I thought so.

He’s promising me a gown and a mark for me to hop in his sheets. Ha!

Now I was sure that my brother wasn’t part of this ploy. This is all Jackson.

How many women has this worked on? I was sure there were a number.

I’ll not be one of them.

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But later that day he caught me by the stables. Closing the corral gate before I could get out of the horse pen. Calling acro