Ethan opened his eyes and looked down.
Nora's right hand, which he'd been holding, had drifted below his abdomen. Her slender fingertips were already inside his waistband. In that indignant region, she felt a sudden chill.
Nora's gaze followed Ethan's downward glance. When he looked up again, she quickly shifted her eyes away, tears brimming in her lashes.
Ethan flinched and released her hand as if burned. He sat up abruptly, bending at the waist, trying to cover his agitated companion.
"Nora… Nora. I… I'm so sorry!"
His voice cracked. Mortification flooded through him. This was a widow who had just lost her husband, and just now, in his sleep, he had almost forced her…
Nora didn't say a word. She simply picked up the grilled scorpion claw and held it out to him. Then she turned and fled without looking back.
Ethan stared after her retreating figure, then looked down at the food in his hand. A wry smile tugged at his lips.
