Lyn watched their exchange. Although she was keeping a constant watchful eye on the window beside their table, she also analyzed the people dining in the mildly busy inn. Lyn wasn’t sure if she felt uncomfortable because of the charming smile Aidan had given to the pretty waitress, or because she referred to Lyn as Aidan’s ‘lady’. Or perhaps the chair she was sitting in just had poor back support. Yes, that must be it.

“Vegetable stew, a plain hunk of bread, and a half pint of ale,” she requested, glancing at Aidan. He seemed much more at ease than she did, even though he was the one who was concealing his true identity. Lyn waited until the maid walked away to retrieve their orders before she spoke again.

“Salmon and red wine, then. Is that your usual fare?” she asked. “I don’t believe I’ve ever so much as tasted salmon before. I suppose I’m used to preparing meals for myself; the sort that can keep you going through a long day.”