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Authors: Keira Montclair
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found. As soon as he saw two wee sets of cupped palms, he filled them with peapods and a couple of hazelnuts each. Gracie’s face lit up and Ashlyn said, “Gracie, peas. Your favorite,” a smile lighting up her gaunt face.
Gwyneth said, “Well done, beast.” She gave him a nod and a smile.
Logan smirked and held his hand out to her with an innocent look on his face. “Nut, Gwyneth?”
Gwyneth coughed and said, “Nay, my thanks, beast.”
The two little ones sat near the fire and opened their pods, chewing their treats carefully. To his surprise, after Gracie ate the sweet peas from inside the pods, she chewed on the fibrous outsides too, crunching away as if she hadn’t been fed for days. Logan smashed the hazelnuts so they could dig the sweet meat out of the shells.
“Are you sure you don’t want one, Gwyneth?” Logan asked.
“Nay, beast.”
“Gwyneth, why do you call Logan a beast?” Ashlyn peered up at her.
Gwyneth scowled and turned away, not knowing how to answer that. He answered for her. “That’s her endearing term for me, Ashlyn. It means the opposite.”
She swung around to face him, her eyes in a fury as she glowered at him.
He held his hands up. “Sorry. I promised, didn’t I? It won’t happen again.”
Gwyneth stomped off into the bushes, a low growl coming from her.
Logan laughed.
“I think she really likes you, Logan. Don’t feel bad,” Ashlyn said.
“I think you’re right,” he whispered.
A squeal came from the trees not far away. Logan laughed again. “Not my words, Gwyneth. Just a bairn’s observations.”
After eating her treasures, Gracie walked over to Logan and kissed him on the cheek after patting her belly. What better reward could one ask for?
His biggest challenge in keeping the lasses safe and comfortable would be the cold nights in the Highlands. He had a couple of furs and two plaids, but the air would soon be quite chilly. All three of the lasses were too thin to stay warm, another reason for him to speed up their journey. He had to get them to the Grants without delay.
He decided to settle in for the night and check on Gwyneth. As soon as he laid his plaid on the ground, Gracie waddled toward him with her arms raised and a big smile on her face. “You wish to sleep with me, lassie?”
Gracie nodded and plopped down into his lap. She peeked up at him and said, “He save my mama?”
Logan nodded. “Aye, Captain Grant will save your mama. We’ll wait for her at the Grant’s castle. You’ll see.”
Gracie pointed to the opposite side of the clearing and then put her finger up to her lips. “Shhh.”
Looking around, he saw the two guards who were off-duty snoozing at one side of the clearing, one of them already snoring. In the middle of the night, they would trade places with the two guards who were now on watch. Gwyneth, who had clearly waited for the guards to settle before returning just now to choose a sleeping spot, was as far away from the sleeping guards as possible. Ashlyn held Gwyneth’s hand while she arranged a fur on the ground not far from Logan and the fire.
“Ashlyn, you would probably be warmer over here with Gracie and me. ‘Twill get mighty cold tonight.”
Ashlyn shook her head and clutched Gwyneth’s hands tight, her knuckles going white.
Hellfire, he would like to kill the bastard who had put that fear into a lassie’s eyes. His niece, Lily, wouldn’t hesitate to sleep near any warm person she knew. He understood her hesitancy with the strange guards, but he’d hoped she would trust him by now.
“Ramsay, go to sleep. We’ll be fine.” Gwyneth positioned herself with Ashlyn tucked beside her and wrapped the plaid around both of them.
“Suit yourself. I’ll be here if you change your mind.” He winked at Gwyneth. “My plaid is always open.”
Gwyneth snorted. “I’ll bet.”
“No reason to get nasty, Gwyneth. That is quite an unladylike sound you made, by the way.” Her face was out of sight now that
Gwyneth said, “Well done, beast.” She gave him a nod and a smile.
Logan smirked and held his hand out to her with an innocent look on his face. “Nut, Gwyneth?”
Gwyneth coughed and said, “Nay, my thanks, beast.”
The two little ones sat near the fire and opened their pods, chewing their treats carefully. To his surprise, after Gracie ate the sweet peas from inside the pods, she chewed on the fibrous outsides too, crunching away as if she hadn’t been fed for days. Logan smashed the hazelnuts so they could dig the sweet meat out of the shells.
“Are you sure you don’t want one, Gwyneth?” Logan asked.
“Nay, beast.”
“Gwyneth, why do you call Logan a beast?” Ashlyn peered up at her.
Gwyneth scowled and turned away, not knowing how to answer that. He answered for her. “That’s her endearing term for me, Ashlyn. It means the opposite.”
She swung around to face him, her eyes in a fury as she glowered at him.
He held his hands up. “Sorry. I promised, didn’t I? It won’t happen again.”
Gwyneth stomped off into the bushes, a low growl coming from her.
Logan laughed.
“I think she really likes you, Logan. Don’t feel bad,” Ashlyn said.
“I think you’re right,” he whispered.
A squeal came from the trees not far away. Logan laughed again. “Not my words, Gwyneth. Just a bairn’s observations.”
After eating her treasures, Gracie walked over to Logan and kissed him on the cheek after patting her belly. What better reward could one ask for?
His biggest challenge in keeping the lasses safe and comfortable would be the cold nights in the Highlands. He had a couple of furs and two plaids, but the air would soon be quite chilly. All three of the lasses were too thin to stay warm, another reason for him to speed up their journey. He had to get them to the Grants without delay.
He decided to settle in for the night and check on Gwyneth. As soon as he laid his plaid on the ground, Gracie waddled toward him with her arms raised and a big smile on her face. “You wish to sleep with me, lassie?”
Gracie nodded and plopped down into his lap. She peeked up at him and said, “He save my mama?”
Logan nodded. “Aye, Captain Grant will save your mama. We’ll wait for her at the Grant’s castle. You’ll see.”
Gracie pointed to the opposite side of the clearing and then put her finger up to her lips. “Shhh.”
Looking around, he saw the two guards who were off-duty snoozing at one side of the clearing, one of them already snoring. In the middle of the night, they would trade places with the two guards who were now on watch. Gwyneth, who had clearly waited for the guards to settle before returning just now to choose a sleeping spot, was as far away from the sleeping guards as possible. Ashlyn held Gwyneth’s hand while she arranged a fur on the ground not far from Logan and the fire.
“Ashlyn, you would probably be warmer over here with Gracie and me. ‘Twill get mighty cold tonight.”
Ashlyn shook her head and clutched Gwyneth’s hands tight, her knuckles going white.
Hellfire, he would like to kill the bastard who had put that fear into a lassie’s eyes. His niece, Lily, wouldn’t hesitate to sleep near any warm person she knew. He understood her hesitancy with the strange guards, but he’d hoped she would trust him by now.
“Ramsay, go to sleep. We’ll be fine.” Gwyneth positioned herself with Ashlyn tucked beside her and wrapped the plaid around both of them.
“Suit yourself. I’ll be here if you change your mind.” He winked at Gwyneth. “My plaid is always open.”
Gwyneth snorted. “I’ll bet.”
“No reason to get nasty, Gwyneth. That is quite an unladylike sound you made, by the way.” Her face was out of sight now that
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