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emotions where Ella was concerned, especially hearing about her
honesty. There was no reason not to believe the Abbott, but until he saw
Gabriel, he would remain suspicious about her words and motives.
Ribbons of sunlight pierced through the dense canopy
of foliage over the burn that Ella and three Macleod warriors used to water
their mounts at high noon. Instead of joining the group, Gavin decided to stay
in the shadows and observe his captive.
After handing Osgood, Tavish and Nicholas a twig from
a willow tree, Ella said, “Now, chew.”
When the three highlanders complied, she continued,
“Good, now be sure to rub it over the front and back teeth, and then rinse your
mouth out with water.”
“Och, that works well,” Tavish exclaimed after
spitting out water.
Osgood ran his tongue over his teeth, then said, “Aye,
much cleaner. Thank ye, Milady. I canna wait to tell my wife about this useful
twig.”
Ella beamed, and then asked Nicholas, “And what are
your thoughts?”
“I like it verra much and without doubt will use from
now on,” he said with a wide grin.
Gavin closed his eyes and shook his head, thinking on
how foolish his men could be in the company of a comely wench. He approached
the group, and with obvious irritation said, “We are wasting time, let us be
off.”
Walking over to her, Gavin was mystified that she had
ridiculously long legs for such a small frame, and almost smiled when he noted
that the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. Is she ignorant to how small and fragile she appeared to others? Aye, otherwise she
would nae have confronted Paen as though she were equal in size.
His eyes seemed to devour her all at once. Her mouth
was too full, too sensual, not to be a distraction to any man with a pulse.
Moreover, the breeches she wore fit her rump well, too well for his peace of
mind.
He was acting like an untried youth, Gavin told
himself, which was laughable considering his vast experience with the fairer
sex. Never had he lacked for female companionship, so it came as a shock when
blood rushed to his nether region just by the sight of his young captive.
Lady Ella was the means of getting Gabriel back,
naught more, he reminded himself. He then would be elated to send her back to
England.
As Gavin battled to think clearly, Ella stared,
awestruck by the sight of the laird’s massive form. He had an air of authority
and an appearance of one who demanded instant obedience. With the exception of
Osgood, he towered over the other warriors, who stood all as tall and
muscularly built as Vikings.
She noticed that his leather jerkin left his powerful
arms bare; bronzed by the sun and heavily muscled, they were a formidable
weapon themselves. Sable breeches outlined thick, sculpted legs and a dark
leather belt hung low on his tapered waist. She became acutely conscious of the
masculine scent that drifted her way and seemed to envelope her senses.
Laird Macleod had an Adonis-like appearance with a
chiseled jaw, straight nose, and intense light blue eyes that were rimed a
darker shade. His firm features and profile spoke of ageless strength. A
generous mouth hid even white teeth and contrasted pleasingly with his golden
skin. A wan shaft of midday sun struck his thick, straight hair that was an
array of brown colors. A gentle breeze blew the few of the lighter strands that
escaped the leather strip he used to bind it together at his neck, leaving the
bulk to hang just below his shoulders.
Tavish and Paen shared the same hair color and were
similar in face and form to Gavin, but were not nearly as striking. Edric had
blue, black hair and a distinct scar that sliced through his right brow. Osgood
had bright, fiery red hair, while Nicholas’s locks were so blond, almost white.
And all the men wore their hair long, and tied back with a thin leather strip.
She noticed that they all had different shades of blue
eyes, except for Edric whose eyes were hazel. All were under a score and
honesty. There was no reason not to believe the Abbott, but until he saw
Gabriel, he would remain suspicious about her words and motives.
Ribbons of sunlight pierced through the dense canopy
of foliage over the burn that Ella and three Macleod warriors used to water
their mounts at high noon. Instead of joining the group, Gavin decided to stay
in the shadows and observe his captive.
After handing Osgood, Tavish and Nicholas a twig from
a willow tree, Ella said, “Now, chew.”
When the three highlanders complied, she continued,
“Good, now be sure to rub it over the front and back teeth, and then rinse your
mouth out with water.”
“Och, that works well,” Tavish exclaimed after
spitting out water.
Osgood ran his tongue over his teeth, then said, “Aye,
much cleaner. Thank ye, Milady. I canna wait to tell my wife about this useful
twig.”
Ella beamed, and then asked Nicholas, “And what are
your thoughts?”
“I like it verra much and without doubt will use from
now on,” he said with a wide grin.
Gavin closed his eyes and shook his head, thinking on
how foolish his men could be in the company of a comely wench. He approached
the group, and with obvious irritation said, “We are wasting time, let us be
off.”
Walking over to her, Gavin was mystified that she had
ridiculously long legs for such a small frame, and almost smiled when he noted
that the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. Is she ignorant to how small and fragile she appeared to others? Aye, otherwise she
would nae have confronted Paen as though she were equal in size.
His eyes seemed to devour her all at once. Her mouth
was too full, too sensual, not to be a distraction to any man with a pulse.
Moreover, the breeches she wore fit her rump well, too well for his peace of
mind.
He was acting like an untried youth, Gavin told
himself, which was laughable considering his vast experience with the fairer
sex. Never had he lacked for female companionship, so it came as a shock when
blood rushed to his nether region just by the sight of his young captive.
Lady Ella was the means of getting Gabriel back,
naught more, he reminded himself. He then would be elated to send her back to
England.
As Gavin battled to think clearly, Ella stared,
awestruck by the sight of the laird’s massive form. He had an air of authority
and an appearance of one who demanded instant obedience. With the exception of
Osgood, he towered over the other warriors, who stood all as tall and
muscularly built as Vikings.
She noticed that his leather jerkin left his powerful
arms bare; bronzed by the sun and heavily muscled, they were a formidable
weapon themselves. Sable breeches outlined thick, sculpted legs and a dark
leather belt hung low on his tapered waist. She became acutely conscious of the
masculine scent that drifted her way and seemed to envelope her senses.
Laird Macleod had an Adonis-like appearance with a
chiseled jaw, straight nose, and intense light blue eyes that were rimed a
darker shade. His firm features and profile spoke of ageless strength. A
generous mouth hid even white teeth and contrasted pleasingly with his golden
skin. A wan shaft of midday sun struck his thick, straight hair that was an
array of brown colors. A gentle breeze blew the few of the lighter strands that
escaped the leather strip he used to bind it together at his neck, leaving the
bulk to hang just below his shoulders.
Tavish and Paen shared the same hair color and were
similar in face and form to Gavin, but were not nearly as striking. Edric had
blue, black hair and a distinct scar that sliced through his right brow. Osgood
had bright, fiery red hair, while Nicholas’s locks were so blond, almost white.
And all the men wore their hair long, and tied back with a thin leather strip.
She noticed that they all had different shades of blue
eyes, except for Edric whose eyes were hazel. All were under a score and
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