Highland Heartbeats Boxed Set 1: Books 1-3 by Aileen Adams

Author:Aileen Adams
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-03-19T23:00:00+00:00

The eastern horizon glowed dimly, a lighter shade of darkness than to the west. Soon, the sun would peek over the horizon, gradually bringing forth a new day.

Jake remained seated, forcing himself to wait. To be patient. One false step would send him careening down the steep slope.

He waited until just the tip of the rising sun cast the eastern horizon into a brilliant and colorful pinkish-orange display. It never ceased to amaze him—the beauty of a sunrise or sunset. Not something that a person like him spoke about to anyone, but something that was appreciated, nonetheless.

Slowly, he shifted his position, grimacing as pain shot through his leg. Gritting his teeth, he did his best to ignore it and successfully if slowly managed to get his feet under him. He waited for the throbbing to subside. His muscles were stiff, nothing unusual after spending a night outdoors in the damp and chilly Highland air.

He swung his arms across his chest and turned to the horses, both grazing peacefully, tails flicking, not a care in the world. Both horses carried his weapons—bow and quiver of arrows, a short sword, his shield made of not one, but two layers of fur placed at an angle and covered with tightly stretched leather, an arm strap sewn into the padded back. A dirk tucked into a loop on his saddle, the other worn at his side.

He turned back toward the cliff, as he could think of no other name for it. Too steep for a slope really, it dropped at a precipitous angle.

Carefully, he approached the edge, making sure he had solid footing, testing his weight one step at a time, he leaned forward and dared a quick look over the side.

There, perhaps thirty feet down as Heather had estimated, he saw the edge of the ledge upon which she was trapped.

All he saw of her was her left foot, the thin slipper shoe, and a glimpse of an ankle. A delicate, finely formed ankle… He frowned at his wayward thoughts and took a step back and searched the surroundings, looking for another way to reach the ledge.

She was in a precarious location.

How was he going to get her off the ledge and back on top of the ridge?

He didn’t have a rope with him. He might be able to travel down to the ledge, but bringing her back up was another question entirely. The others in the search party had spread out in all directions last night. Most had circled around and ventured back toward the manor as it grew darker, but he had pressed on. The others would soon be searching again, but would any think to come in this direction?

Most, including him at first, thought Heather would stay to low ground, heading west, but she had obviously veered deeper into the trees and lost her sense of direction.

How she had ended up here, so far from the manor, he had no idea, but now was not the time to ask.

Should he

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