“Courtship reliably distracts me, you know that.” Vala’s smile glittered with mischief, and she lifted a hand from Young’s hip to gesture at McKay and Keller, as though bidding up their price at auction.
Into Young’s mind came the image of John Sheppard as the Duke of Marlborough, bold and deceptive, marching his army 250 miles to the Danube, the 1704 wind lifting his red officer’s coat.
