Why was she doing this to him? Inviting him into the back room with her, sampling exotic fruits? She was a married woman. Didn't she realise just how much he'd missed her, or how often he'd dreamed of all he would do and say if only he got another chance? Keeping quiet and being good was almost killing him. Still, what could he do? If he wanted to survive here, he needed to work, and as far as he could tell, there weren't many places that would hire someone unskilled like him.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded and followed her, keeping his eyes on the ground. He was a big strong man; he could keep control of himself for a few minutes. He'd have to learn to do so if he was going to see her all the time. He wasn't going to give Robin anything else to hold against him. This place was a fresh start. He didn't want to be at war any more.