Highland Lover by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell [Howell, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Love Stories, Historical Fiction, Historical, Scotland, Highlands (Scotland), Escapes
ISBN: 9780821777596
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2006-06-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“We have a horse,” Gregor announced as he stepped into the cottage, his hair still damp from his morning wash. “Your cousin has been verra kind to us and given us a horse to ride to Scarglas.” He handed Alana a short letter that had been tied to the horse’s saddle along with a pack full to bursting with food.

Alana smiled as she read her cousin’s farewell, one surrounded by apologies for not being able to say it in person. A part of her relaxed, the small part that had feared his disapproval and scorn. Matthew also asked that she be sure to send him word of everything that happened once she got to Scarglas and was eventually reunited with Keira. Alana was not sure what Matthew expected to happen to her, for Scarglas surely marked the end of her journey, but she silently vowed to write him a very long letter as soon as possible. As she tucked the small letter into her pouch, she had to smile over the way he had said he felt sure they could borrow Brother Peter’s horse. There was still a lot of mischief in her cousin.

When she followed Gregor outside, she nearly gasped aloud. Brother Peter had a very fine horse, so fine that Alana was a little wary about taking it. It seemed strange, however, that a monk would keep such an elegant animal. Big, mottled gray, and strong, this was a knight’s horse, the mount of a warrior, not a monk.

“Cease your frowning, love,” Gregor advised as he mounted the big stallion and pulled Alana up behind him. “I truly do mean to return this horse.” He patted the animal’s strong neck. “Or pay weel for him if he proves a weel-behaved lad. The poor beast must be weary of standing about and doing nay more than pulling a cart or taking a monk on a slow amble down the road.”

“I was thinking much the same.” Alana looked up at the sky and grimaced. “I believe our spell of verra fine weather is soon to come to an unpleasant end.”

After a quick glance up at the sky, Gregor nudged the horse into a slow trot. “It certainly doesnae look promising, but at least we can ride through it now instead of walking.”

Alana was not sure that would make travel in the rain all that much better. Twisting the sling that held Charlemagne off to her side, Alana put her arms around Gregor’s waist and rested her cheek against his back. She yawned widely and then grinned even as she felt herself blush. Gregor had wakened her once during the night to make love to her, and she had greeted the morning with him making love to her again. She had become utterly shameless and, despite the shyness and embarrassment she had not yet fully conquered, she fully intended to be shameless again.

She had discovered more than a blinding passion in Gregor’s arms last night. Alana knew she had discovered something about herself.

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