Siege of the Heart (Southern Romance Series, #2)
“Solomon crawled low to the ground to Ambrose’s side.
“No.” Ambrose glanced over at him.
“What?”
“You’re asking me to help you rescue two people from the clutches of twenty well-armed militia. Our odds of success are slim at best. So, no. I am not, to quote you, ‘sure this is going to work.’”
Solomon paused, holding back a rejoinder. Over the past day, he had found himself becoming more and more comfortable in Ambrose’s company. The man’s tongue was sharp, but always with a hint humor that Solomon found refreshing. Had they been two men sitting in a tavern, he would have been quite pleased to spend an entire afternoon in conversation.
Except they were not two men in a tavern. They were a spy and a traitor, shortly to be a spy and a dead man, and Solomon just wished he could make himself understand that Ambrose was far, far from being an ally.
“So why’re you here with me?” Solomon asked him quietly.
Oddly, Ambrose looked away.
Solomon brought his eyebrows together.
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