She stared at him for a moment, before forcing her gaze away. “I don’t wish to put you out of your bed,” she said instead. “If I could just use the blankets in the saddlebags, I’ll make myself a pallet on the floor.”
“Don’t even try it. You’re the one swaying on your feet, and I’m used to sleeping on the floor,” Isaac reiterated firmly and reached to squeeze her shoulder, gently leading her into his home. Bypassing the personal belongings and the dust coating his surroundings, he removed his outer layers until he was clad in just a thin long-sleeved shirt and his trousers. “Are you hungry, Summer?”
“My — Sir — ” She huffed as he looked at her until she corrected herself. “Isaac. This is your home. I cannot permit you to give up your b-bed.” Abruptly, an image of the two of them entwined in bed came into her mind, and she stumbled over the words.