"Wife?" Annabel glanced around the room before turning back to him and saying with surprise, "Oh, you mean me." For some reason that seemed funny to her and she found herself giggling again. "How do you feel?" he asked, eyeing her closely. "Like I have to pee," she answered, and then slapped a hand over her mouth with dismay, only to tear it away and mutter, "Damn, I said it," which was followed quickly by an alarmed, "Oh damn, I said damn." Swearing was definitely not allowed at the abbey. For some reason her words seemed to amuse the man. She could tell by the way his lovely dark eyes crinkled and his terribly stern mouth turned up. He had lovely eyes. "Thank ye," Ross rumbled. "So do you." "So do I, what?" she asked with confusion. "Have lovely eyes," he explained. "I didn't tell you, you have lovely eyes. Did I?" she asked with a frown. Annabel was sure she'd only thought that. Still smiling, he shook his head slightly, but apparently decided not to trouble himself answering, because he didn't and simply bent to tug the furs and linens away from her, saying, "Come, I'll walk ye to the garderobe." "Oh no," she said at once, scrambling to get out of bed. "That is not necessary, my lord. I know where it is. I used to live--Oh," Annabel gasped with surprise when she stood up and the room swung wildly. Ross immediately reached out to steady her, and she leaned against his chest and closed her eyes briefly in the hopes that the room would settle when she opened them again. After a moment, she cautiously eased them open and tipped her head back to peer up at the man holding her. He had a very nice face. She hadn't seen enough men to decide whether he was handsome compared to others, and so far his face seemed a touch stern most of the time."