to Hunter who was looking like a storm just before it erupts. He said in contemptuous voice, “I see you ordered dinner. Mean to feed the chit and soften her up, eh?”
MacTorry was on him. Apparently his effort to contain his temper failed in that moment. Exerilla watching him sucked in air. He looked like a veritable windstorm brewing itself into a full blown hurricane. She saw an ominous threat in his deep blue eyes. She put out a hand, “Please…we don’t wish to draw attention to ourselves.”
Hunter MacTorry’s voice was a low throttled growl as he spoke to Swit. “I already told ye, if ye doona mean to be polite ye may quit our company. Doona think that I shall tolerate much more of ye. If I have thus far, `tis because I doona wish to bring attention and scandal to Miss Radley, after all she has endured because of us. But if ye persist Jerry Swit, I may have to put an end to yer filthy mouth here and now.” So saying, he walked the two steps over giving his arm to Exerilla. “May I take you to the table, lass?”
She placed her hand on his forearm and stepped closer to him. She wasn’t sure what to make of the arrogant Scotsman, but she did feel safe in his company.
Why she should feel that way was beyond her immediate logic. All she knew was what she felt and what she felt was guided by her inner witch. She may have shielded her witch from detection, but it was there, deep inside mewling at her, guiding her, demanding wishfully for release. Her witch always recognized good and evil in warlocks and witches, but humans were a tricky lot. A soft sigh escaped her. She was in such a pickle.
~ Five ~
“YE HAVE HAD yer fun, Jerry, so now just leave it be,” his lordship’s voice was low, hard and underlined with a warning. He was sick of Swit and ready to land him a facer, sling him over his horse, tie him on and lead him to Dover as unconscious as he could keep him. He could keep him that way with the flick of his wrist, but one of the reasons he was going to Dover was to follow Swit to his ‘connection’.
It was obvious however, that the blackguard’s eye had wandered meaningfully over Miss Radley’s luscious form. It made him sick to see Swit look at her.
He wouldn’t allow the scoundrel to annoy her on his watch. He was going to have to determine a way to steer Swit in another direction. He couldn’t break with him. He had to continue the pretense of a shaky comradery and he had to manage him without coming to blows. Jerry was key to many things that he needed.
He saw Swit stare at Exerilla and clenched his fists as he watched the man’s gaze linger at her full breasts before traveling up to her luscious lips. He wanted to beat him into the ground; he ground his teeth with frustration.
He saw her seated within the confines of the stagecoach once again, but noted that her profile was visible at the window. Jerry wouldn’t take his eyes off her.
Even though the late afternoon light was giving way to the evening, her profile was tantalizing. Jerry’s interest was palpable as he stared at her and said, “No, I won’t let that pretty little bit of fluff get away from me just yet. I am not done with her.” His lips curved into something like a sneer, “I am not letting it stand, the way she talked to me. She needs a lesson, my kind of lesson.” He shrugged, “Besides, in the end she won’t be able to resist me. Women rarely can and a woman like her, so beautiful, her body so perfect, she was made for one thing, wasn’t she? And I mean to have that one thing before she gets to her destination. So if you don’t like the notion, you better hang back, you and young Jacob.”
“Damn your soul to perdition, ye blackguard,” his lordship seethed and hurriedly attempted to gain control. He wanted to land him a settler once and for all, and be done with Swit’s mouth for the night.
He controlled himself, for he couldn’t show his hand just yet. He needed to see this
MacTorry was on him. Apparently his effort to contain his temper failed in that moment. Exerilla watching him sucked in air. He looked like a veritable windstorm brewing itself into a full blown hurricane. She saw an ominous threat in his deep blue eyes. She put out a hand, “Please…we don’t wish to draw attention to ourselves.”
Hunter MacTorry’s voice was a low throttled growl as he spoke to Swit. “I already told ye, if ye doona mean to be polite ye may quit our company. Doona think that I shall tolerate much more of ye. If I have thus far, `tis because I doona wish to bring attention and scandal to Miss Radley, after all she has endured because of us. But if ye persist Jerry Swit, I may have to put an end to yer filthy mouth here and now.” So saying, he walked the two steps over giving his arm to Exerilla. “May I take you to the table, lass?”
She placed her hand on his forearm and stepped closer to him. She wasn’t sure what to make of the arrogant Scotsman, but she did feel safe in his company.
Why she should feel that way was beyond her immediate logic. All she knew was what she felt and what she felt was guided by her inner witch. She may have shielded her witch from detection, but it was there, deep inside mewling at her, guiding her, demanding wishfully for release. Her witch always recognized good and evil in warlocks and witches, but humans were a tricky lot. A soft sigh escaped her. She was in such a pickle.
~ Five ~
“YE HAVE HAD yer fun, Jerry, so now just leave it be,” his lordship’s voice was low, hard and underlined with a warning. He was sick of Swit and ready to land him a facer, sling him over his horse, tie him on and lead him to Dover as unconscious as he could keep him. He could keep him that way with the flick of his wrist, but one of the reasons he was going to Dover was to follow Swit to his ‘connection’.
It was obvious however, that the blackguard’s eye had wandered meaningfully over Miss Radley’s luscious form. It made him sick to see Swit look at her.
He wouldn’t allow the scoundrel to annoy her on his watch. He was going to have to determine a way to steer Swit in another direction. He couldn’t break with him. He had to continue the pretense of a shaky comradery and he had to manage him without coming to blows. Jerry was key to many things that he needed.
He saw Swit stare at Exerilla and clenched his fists as he watched the man’s gaze linger at her full breasts before traveling up to her luscious lips. He wanted to beat him into the ground; he ground his teeth with frustration.
He saw her seated within the confines of the stagecoach once again, but noted that her profile was visible at the window. Jerry wouldn’t take his eyes off her.
Even though the late afternoon light was giving way to the evening, her profile was tantalizing. Jerry’s interest was palpable as he stared at her and said, “No, I won’t let that pretty little bit of fluff get away from me just yet. I am not done with her.” His lips curved into something like a sneer, “I am not letting it stand, the way she talked to me. She needs a lesson, my kind of lesson.” He shrugged, “Besides, in the end she won’t be able to resist me. Women rarely can and a woman like her, so beautiful, her body so perfect, she was made for one thing, wasn’t she? And I mean to have that one thing before she gets to her destination. So if you don’t like the notion, you better hang back, you and young Jacob.”
“Damn your soul to perdition, ye blackguard,” his lordship seethed and hurriedly attempted to gain control. He wanted to land him a settler once and for all, and be done with Swit’s mouth for the night.
He controlled himself, for he couldn’t show his hand just yet. He needed to see this
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