Page 27 of Awakened By Time
“No. I’m just thinking,” he replied.
“About what?”
“About getting you safely to Breaghacraig.”
“Are you worried about it?” He must be, otherwise, why say it.
“A little.”
“Why?”
“I can’t put it into words. Don’t concern yourself. There’s no need in both of us worrying.”
“Ye can say that all ye like, but now Iamworried.”
“I’m sorry, but you asked.”
Was he being purposely infuriating? “Zeke, I know we’re on the right road. Me brothers have traveled it many times. I went with them once almost half the way. There’s nothing to fear. We’re on MacRae lands until we cross onto MacKenzie lands.”
“I’m not afraid. I was just answering your question.”
Brenna feared she’d wounded his manly pride. “We should stop soon.” She was tired of riding.
Zeke glanced around at their surroundings and then up at the sky. “If you like. The sun will be going down in another hour or so, but we can stop now. If you see someplace that looks like it would make a good camp for the night, let me know.”
He was certainly behaving differently than he had this morning when he had playfully tussled with her on the bed and then gave her a kissing lesson she’d never forget. She wanted that back and thought that stopping for the night might encourage him to relax. Brenna wasn’t sure it would work, but it was worth a try. “Over there.” She pointed out a nice green area surrounded by brush that would protect them from the wind if need be.
Zeke aimed Olwydd towards it and Brenna followed. He jumped from his horse and then going to Brenna, placed his hands around her waist, easily lifting her from Vala’s back and placing her gently on the ground. An involuntary “Oh,” escaped from her lips. She felt like a young child. The way she had when her Da would swing her in the air. She didn’t wish to be seen as a child any longer, especially not with Zeke.
“I’ll gather firewood and you can get the rest of the camp set up,” Zeke said as he wandered out of her sight.
She had a moment of anxiety when she couldn’t see him anymore. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. She turned in a circle around the campsite and found the perfect place for their bed. She laid out the plaids she’d packed, trying to make it look as inviting as possible. She brought the saddle bags close to where the fire would be and she removed a griddle and some oats, along with some cheese and apples. The apples looked a little wormy, but they could always cut that part off and eat the rest. She was pleased with what she saw when she had finished. This little temporary home she’d created would suit their needs for the night, just as their temporary marriage would serve to get them where they wished to be in another day or two.
* * *
Zeke returnedto find the camp set up and an area cleared for him to get a fire started.
“Looks good,” he commented.
Brenna smiled warmly at him. Zeke got the fire started and then watched as Brenna created an oat laden bread she called a bannock. They enjoyed it with some cheese, wine, and apples, which filled their bellies.
Brenna retrieved a brush from her saddle bag and returned to the fire where she sat closer to him than felt comfortable. She had been humming happily to herself since they stopped. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but there would be no repeat kisses, no matter how amazing it was. He was starting to like her. He could finally see her good qualities, instead of the unhappy young woman whose only goal was to run away. Taking her away from those circumstances seemed to light her from within, and he felt like he could fall forever into those green-tinged hazel eyes. But he was leaving. Soon. As soon as he could find Sara, they would go back to San Francisco and he would never see her again. His heart hurt at that thought, and he knew he needed to distance himself from her as much as possible after this morning’s mistake. He scooted over a bit and noted Brenna’s look of disappointment when he did. She stopped humming and appeared uncertain.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“Brenna, we’re not really married, you know.”
“We are. Ye married me. I was there.”
“It was a handfasting.”
“’Tis much the same thing,” she insisted.
“No. Not really. It’s temporary.” He didn’t want to be a jerk about it, but he didn’t want her to be disillusioned either. “Look, I get that you haven’t been with a man before and if I had known, I wouldn’t have kissed you this morning. That was wrong and I took advantage of the situation.”
“Was I so bad at it that you dinnae wish to do it again?”
He could see she was getting more and more upset. She was taking everything he said the wrong way.
“No!” he shouted in exasperation. “You were not bad at it. As a matter of fact, you were very good. I just don’t want to kiss you again. That’s it. End of story.”
“Fine. If that’s what ye want.” She moved to the other side of the fire where she continued to brush her long, luxurious dark locks while giving him the evil eye.
I’m such an idiot! She probably hates me now.But then he thought it might not be such a bad thing to have her hate him. It might make things easier all around. He stood and went to the plaids that Brenna had so sweetly laid out next to each other. He picked his up and moved it. If he was going to continue making her hate him, it would be best if he wasn’t sleeping right next to the temptation of Brenna MacRae.
* * *
Nevil Munro dispatchedsix of his best men to find Brenna MacRae. He’d received word from a spy at Castle Treun that she’d handfasted with the man who said he was the Laird of San Francisco. He didn’t care about that. She’d have been nothing but trouble to him as his wife and he didn’t need the clan whispering about how it was that she suddenly found herself dead. No. He had another plan. One that would get him the land he wanted without the need of a wife.
He’d been told they were on their way to Breaghacraig and he intended to stop them before they got there. Six men should be enough to overcome the laird. If he fought them, they had his permission to run him through. He didn’t need him. He wanted Brenna MacRae. Not as a wife, but as a hostage. As soon as she was in his grasp, he’d send word to MacRae telling him that if he wanted her back he’d have to surrender the land that had been promised to him in their agreement. It wasn’t a foolproof plan. There was always the chance that MacRae wouldn’t want her back, in which case he’d lock her away in a turret atop his castle, where she could rot for all he cared. MacRae had angered him greatly by backing out of their agreement. He warned him, but the fool probably didn’t think he’d follow through on the threat to make him pay. Nevil Munro could hardly wait. If only he could see Paddraig MacRae’s face the day he received the ransom note. It would make it all worthwhile.