The Highlander's Warrior Bride (The Stolen Bride Series) by Eliza Knight

Author:Eliza Knight
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Published: 2013-03-13T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Julianna watched Ronan guzzle the last of the whisky. While she wanted to begrudge him the luxury, it was his flask and she’d no claim to it. Besides, the last time she’d taken more than one sip from his flask she’d ended up naked and plastered to him. Not that she was faring much better sober.

Her thigh still burned where he’d grasped her. Nipples were still hard and the one he’d touched tingled. Lips were another story all together. Her body was a traitor.

They mounted up and continued on as though nothing untoward had happened—neither the skirmish nor the kiss.

Julianna preferred it that way. Talking wasn’t something she could readily do. Just wasn’t any good at it. And it made her uncomfortable to share her feelings. So why did she keep stealing glances at Ronan? Watching the way he gripped the reins, the way his thighs flexed against his horse’s body? Why did she wish they traveled during the day so she could study him in more detail?

Because she was a fool.

Only fools wished for things they couldn’t have. But what was it, exactly, that she wanted?

Julianna couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Wasn’t ready to accept that the moment she’d first seen Ronan, the second he’d kissed her, she was forever changed. If she gave that notion another thought then she’d be worrying over whether Ronan felt the same thing, and if a future together was even a remote possibility.

Oh, who was she kidding? Those very thoughts were already circulating in her mind.

Stealing another glance his way, she chewed on her lip. A few more minutes and they’d be in the village.

“What is amiss?” Ronan asked, giving her a sideways glance. “I can see ye looking at me.”

“I’m nay looking at ye.”

“Then why do your eyes keep turning this way?”

Julianna suppressed a smile by biting her cheek. “Ye’re mistaken. The darkness is playing tricks on ye.”

“I’m accustomed to seeing in the dark.”

“Then ye might want to re-accustom yourself.”

Ronan chuckled. “Ye’ve a mouth on ye, I’ll give ye that.”

“I willna take anything ye’ve got to give.”

“Come now, I meant no offense.”

“I’m nay offended.” She shrugged, playing nonchalant.

Ronan stopped his horse, took hold of her reins forcing her to stop as well. He waited to speak until she looked at him, and when she did she almost sighed. The man was too handsome for her own good.

“Look, ’tis obvious ye’ve something on your mind. Why not share it now so that we go into the village with clear heads.”

Julianna clamped her lips closed and stared at him. If he wanted this to be a battle of wills, so be it. She’d never share the things she’d been thinking. Especially not with him. Fanciful notions. That’s all they were.

Ronan let go of her reins and ran his hand through his hair, scrubbed it over his face. The move was something she’d come to see him do when he was thinking hard about something he wanted to say. She chose to wait patiently for him to speak.

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