A Highlander in Her Past by Maeve Greyson

Author:Maeve Greyson [Greyson, Maeve]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, romance, Time Travel, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2012-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Trish centered the door facing between her shoulder blades, leaned hard against the wooden beam and slid her body up and down. Damn. She hated wool. Even with a linen tunic between her skin and the borrowed dress, the heavy weave scratched her skin like a branch of stinging nettles. Trish didn’t care what Ciara advised. As soon as she figured out where they’d stashed them, she was switching back into her own clothes.

Giving up on the useless rubbing, Trish grabbed the neckline of the dress and yanked it back up into place. The dress’s previous owner must’ve been at least two sizes bigger because there was plenty of room to spare. She smoothed her hands along the darted seams running down the sides. Trish frowned, noticing the unusually small circumference of her waist. She must’ve lost a few pounds while she’d been out of commission. Peeping inside the front of the gown, Trish shook her head. Yep. The girls had definitely shrunk at least a full cup size. The boobs were always the first to go.

Her stomach growled as the warm yeasty fragrance of baking bread wafted under her nose. Trish sniffed in an approving lungful of the mouth-watering scent, swallowing hard against her empty belly flooding her taste buds with anticipation. She was starving. Maybe if she followed her nose, she’d score a buttered crust of the delicious stuff.

Trish trailed her hands against the pale gray wall of the hallway, concentrating on maintaining her balance. Her stomach growled a louder protest as a fresh wave of savory aromas floated through the air. Pressing a hand against her gurgling waist, Trish curled her toes in the soft doeskin slippers as a brief wave of dizziness stopped her in her tracks. The roughly woven carpet centered on the floor didn’t look like it would be a very adequate cushion for a fall. Trish leaned against the wall and closed her eyes until the spinning sensation passed. She wasn’t about to bust her butt in the hallway on her first foray out of her room. She inhaled deeply through her nose and blew out short controlled bursts from between tightly pursed lips. “I can do this. I’m just a little weak. I’ve just got to get my land legs.”

“What the hell are ye doin’, woman? Are ye tryin’ to end up back in the sickbed?”

Trish jumped at the sound of the booming voice and flattened her back against the wall. Maxwell. She should’ve known. He’d been a bit bossy ever since she’d ousted him from her room when she’d first regained her health. Bracing her hands against the stone blocks at her back, she bit back one of her favorite expletives and opted for good old sarcasm instead. “So, you think startling the living crap out of me is going to help matters?”

Maxwell’s scowl deepened, his bushy eyebrows knotted tighter over an irritated gaze. “Ciara said ye wished to join the family downstairs. She also said she told ye that I’d be up here soon to fetch ye and help ye navigate the staircase.

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