Book Blurb
Bryce would never let down his friends. Finding
the owners of signet rings was important. Shooting a masked bandit turned his
life on end. The last thing Cat wished to do was steal coins from the handsome
stranger. When masked, he shoots her. She suspected he had no idea it was her. Together
they will save a boy named Blake. He was, after all, special to them both.
PG Excerpt
Once
Bryce had peeled the frozen coat from his body, he headed up the ladder. The
blankets were reasonably clean. Heat enveloped him within minutes of having
nestled beneath them.
“A
short nap is all I need.” His voice echoed amid the rafters. The outside rush
of wind and pitter-patter of sleet accentuated the weariness evident in his
voice. The cold that had washed over him as he and Ghost rode the trail
disappeared. Having only a few blankets for warmth saddened him.
What
I’d give for a lass to share my bed…
A
dream about Cat and her luscious lips disappeared when he awoke in the dark. No
sounds emanated from the roof, meaning the sleet had abated. The darkness
concerned him, though. He had overslept, which might be the lingering result of
the sleeping draught Cat had given him.
He
hated to head out in the dark, but the better weather meant he might get out of
the area and closer to Inverness sooner. Climbing down from the loft, Ghost
snorted his disapproval at being ignored and alone for so long. Turning his
head, he neighed so loud a barn owl flew from the rafters and out a broken
window.
“Now,
do not be upset. You hated having sleet coat your head as much as I. Here.”
The
beast gulped down the fresh water and a handful of oats Bryce offered him.
“We
need to go, my friend.”
The
farmer appeared before Bryce could lead Ghost from the barn. “Leaving this
late, my lord? My wife sent ye some food and wine.”
“My
thanks to you and your wife. I overslept, so must be on my way.” He grabbed the
sliced loaf of bread stuffed with a hunk of ham and cheese. He ignored the
wine.
“Which
way toward Inverness? The road closest to the sea was blocked by downed trees.”
“The
main road be that a way, my lord. With the clouds gone, the moon should light
yer way, good enough.”
Mounting
atop Ghost, he tipped his cap and rode away, eager to leave the area in his
wake. As they trotted along and Bryce chewed his food, he thought back to the
lass he had loved years earlier. She lived on a similar farm in the same area,
and had welcomed him into her heart and into her bed.
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