Glancing towards the adjoining room, Victoria could see through the open space that Diego was already awake. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she was startled by the late hour. Diego would have been up since dawn, exercising himself and his horse. Unless he had been riding all night long, on the trail of bandits, he couldn't sit still once awake. He slept at siesta rarely.
Sometimes she woke before him and watched him sleep, savouring his closeness. His vulnerability reminded her of how much she loved him.
They needed to clear the air. The tavern would be ideal.