Page 64 of All In Good Time

Sara’s impulse control wasn’t very good when it came to Logan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. She found herself pinned against the rock wall to her back, as Logan placed a hand on either side of her and leaned his forehead against hers. “Lass…”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I know, this isn’t the time or the place, but I couldn’t help myself.”

He was still staring at her with those same deep, dark eyes that had undone her a moment before.

“I promise I won’t do it again.” Her fingers were crossed.

“Ye shouldnae make promises ye cannae keep.” His mouth was less than a millimeter away. “And if it werenae so important to gather plants for Edna, I’d put ye to the test.”

Her heart thudded a happily frantic beat in her chest, as her spaghetti-like legs threatened to give way beneath her. “Well, hurry up then,” she managed to squeak out.

“Aye.” He touched a soft finger to her lips and was over the side of the ravine before she knew what happened.

Sara forced herself to look over once again and was surprised to see something other than the sheer drop she was sure was there the first time she looked. The drop off from the road, while steep, was definitely climbable in most spots. There were times when Logan sat on his butt and slid, but most of the time he was able to remain on his feet. He ascertained the path Rory had taken on his fall by the path of broken branches and slide marks and ultimately found the spot where he landed not even halfway to the bottom.

“Do you see anything?” Sara asked.

“I see many things,” Logan teased.

“You know what I mean.”

“Aye. I’m going to gather as many samples of plants as I can. He started hacking away at shrubs, greenery and branches.

Sara was amazed at how many different plants she was seeing. This wasn’t going to be easy. She watched as Logan hacked away at the plants and shrubs. Damn he was sexy. Broad shoulders and narrow waist, muscles flexing every which way while he worked. Heaven help her, but she couldn’t stop herself from admiring him as he worked.

Logan moved past a large flowering bush that caught her attention. “Hey, Logan. See that yellow flowering bush to your left?”

“Aye.” He cautiously made his way over to it.

“I think that’s oleander and if it is, it’s poisonous.”

He hacked off a good-sized piece, flowers and all. “’Tis dripping a milky liquid where I’ve cut it,” Logan observed.

“Don’t get it on yourself.” She wasn’t sure if getting it on your skin could make you sick, but she didn’t want to take any chances.

“I willnae.” He placed it in the cloth bag hanging from his shoulder. Edna had given it to them to transport the items they found. He continued gathering plants from the spot where Rory landed and all along the way back up to Sara. “Here,” he said, handing Sara the bag.

She took it and then gave him a hand as he hoisted himself back up onto the roadway.

Taking the bag from Sara, he tied it to his saddle. “That’s it. We’re done. Now to get this back to Edna.”

* * *

Sara was overwhelmedby the number of plants in the bag. Even with everything they’d gathered, she was worried that they may not find a solution that would save Rory’s life. She was overcome with sadness at this thought. She didn’t have a very good poker face and Logan noticed her change in mood immediately.

“What is wrong, mo chroi?” Logan asked as he rode along beside her.

“What does it mean?” she asked.

“Mo chroi?”

She nodded. “You’ve said it to me before, but I was too pre-occupied to ask.”

“It means my heart… my love.”

“I like that,” Sara said, smiling once again.

“That’s better. Your smile keeps me from despair, gives me hope and is much better than the pouty face ye wore a moment ago.”