Page 65 of All In Good Time

“Okay. The first part of that was very sweet, but then you went and ruined it with your pouty comment,” she teased.

“’Twill be dark soon. We should stop for the night.”

“We can’t. We have to get back to Dunaill.”

“There is nae moon tonight and we risk injury to the horses if we continue. We’ll be on our way again at first light.”

He guided his horse to a spot off the road. “This will do.” He dismounted and helped Sara do the same.

Despite the seriousness of their journey, she didn’t want to go back. She wanted to stay here, alone with Logan.

Turning back to her, Logan must have noticed Sara’s hesitation for he was back at her side before she could utter a word. What troubles ye, love?”

“I wish we could stay here forever, just the two of us.” She was tired and it was taking a toll on her mood.

“Sara, love, we must go back. I’d love nothing better than to stay here with ye, but we’ll never be able to be together if we dinnae help Edna save Rory.”

“I know. I just wonder what it would be like if Rory hadn’t been injured and he’d come back for Aisla.”

He took both of her hands in his. “I would be the happiest man in the world. My only care would be for ye and how happy we would be together. I cannae change the way things are or the way they will be. I can only hope that what we’re doing makes a difference and that Aisla will have her man back and I will be free to be with ye.”

Sara’s heart was overflowing with the love she felt for Logan. She knew he loved her, but she also knew if things didn’t work out, they would have to say good-bye. “You know something, you’re way too noble for your own good and that’s one of the things I love about you.”

Logan kissed her forehead and chuckled. “I’ll get a fire going.”

“I’ll help.” She began to gather dried sticks and twigs for kindling. When she looked up, Logan was watching her. “I’m not helpless, you know.”

“I ken it. I was merely enjoying the view,” Logan chuckled.

She tossed a stick at him and he caught it before it hit him.

“Behave yerself, lass. I’ll nae share me plaid with ye.”

His crooked smile said otherwise and so Sara gave him her sauciest of looks and continued collecting kindling.

It didn’t take long for Logan to get the fire going. He sat with his back against a tree conveniently located near the fire and beckoned her to join him. She sat in between his legs, with her back to his chest and Logan took his plaid and wrapped it around them both.

“Will ye stay here,” Logan asked.

“Here in the woods?” Sara giggled.

“Nae. Ye ken what I mean. If Rory shouldnae make it, will ye stay here.”

“I couldn’t,” she answered. “It would be too hard to see you and not be with you.”

“’Tis as I thought. Ye should go back home.” Sara reached a hand back to touch his face as he continued talking. “I feel the same. If I must marry Aisla, I will be true to her.”

“Damn right you will. That’s the way it’s supposed to be when you’re married to someone.”

“Aye. If ye stayed, ‘twould be impossible.” He nuzzled her hair with his nose as he spoke.

“If I stayed, I’d make sure you stuck to your vows.” Sara tipped her head back to look up at him.

“How could I be so lucky to find ye and so unlucky as to lose ye. Fate is cruel, Sara.”

She didn’t answer him. There was no arguing that point, instead she enjoyed the feel of his arms around her, his head next to hers, his voice in her ear and she’d pray she never had to find out what it would be like to live without Logan.

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