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accustomed to touching women and being touched by them.”
    She stared at him. Was he attracted to her? Or was he the kind of man who used women to sate his lust and discarded them at will? Could a man with no memory feel lust?
    She stood and backed away. “I’ll check on you later.”
    “I need something to wear. If I don’t leave this bed soon, I will never regain my strength. Perhaps if I leave this chamber, I will encounter something or someone to trigger my memory.”
    Mariah took measure of his length and the width of his shoulders. “Sir Martin’s nephew is about your size. His clothes should fit you well enough. They won’t be fancy, but you should find them adequate. If Edwina approves, I’ll send someone up to help you to the hall for the evening meal.”
    Falcon sent her a lopsided smile. Her breath hitched. The man was so devastatingly handsome, she could well imagine women offering themselves to him just to see him smile. Her wicked mind wondered how it would feel to be made love to by a young man. Would a man of his size and strength be a rough lover? A selfish one?
    Mariah had felt naught but mild disgust the few times Edmond had bedded her during their seven-year marriage. She had been too young to know that pleasure could be had from the act. After, Edwina had told her that women did indeed find pleasure in coupling, but Mariah remained skeptical. There was naught about Sir Knight that disgusted her, however. Could he give her the pleasure she’d been denied all these years?
    Flustered, Mariah left the chamber. If she continued this line of thinking, she’d be tempted to use Sir Knight to get the heir she and Edmond needed.
    Mariah sought out Edwina. She found the healer in Edmond’s chamber. “Are you feeling ill, Edmond?” Mariah asked worriedly. “I had thought you much improved.”
    Edmond sent her a weak smile. “I am as usual, my love. How is our guest?”
    “Eager to leave his bed. I told him I’d consult with Edwina and find him some clothes if she approved. He’s anxious to regain his strength.”
    “What say you, Edwina?” Edmond asked.
    “He is still weak, but I have no objection if he wishes to leave his bed.”
    “Does he give any sign of regaining his memory?”
    “Nay,” Mariah answered, “but I think it will return in time. Even now he experiences brief glimpses of his past. He believes he is unmarried because he feels no connection to a wife.”
    “That is a good sign.” Edwina nodded sagely.
    “He wants to take his evening meal with us in the hall.”
    “I doubt he can manage the stairs on his own,” Edwina warned.
    “I know. I’ll send someone to help him.”
    Falcon tried out his legs and found they held him up better than the last time he had attempted to stand. He gazed down at himself and grimaced. He had so many bruises, there was scarcely a place on him that wasn’t purple, yellow or a combination of both. He did feel stronger, however, and his appetite had improved.
    Falcon looked forward to dining with his host and the people of Mildenhall tonight. He held high hopes that someone would recognize him and give him his past back. Falcon took several tentative steps and felt strong enough to pace the chamber. So far, so good, he thought. It wouldn’t be long before he could leave Mildenhall to search for his identity.
    That thought brought another. Mariah. Each day he became more and more attracted to her, as if pulled in herdirection by invisible strings. His healing body had become aware of her in the most elemental way. After their encounter today, he realized that he wanted her sexually. Though skittish for a widow, she seemed as intrigued by him as he was by her.
    What was he going to do about Mariah? Did he dare insult her father by bedding her? Was he capable of performing sexually? He had no idea if he was a good lover. He didn’t believe he had it in him to be a rough lover, or a selfish one. One thing he knew about himself was that he loved