The Parchment Scroll by C. A. Szarek

Author:C. A. Szarek [Szarek, C.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Time travel Scottish Highlander Steamy Romance
Publisher: Paper Dragon Publishing
Published: 2014-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Seriously?” Jules struggled against Hugh’s chest, but he held her tighter and nudged his horse even faster. “You have some nerve, Hugh MacDonald.” His chest rumbled with a laugh she felt, more than heard. The wind ripped it away as they rode over the hills.

“I had to take ye. I have to have ye.”

She stilled in his grip. “What?”

“I’ve missed ye, lass.”

Her stomach flipped and her mouth went dry. She’d missed him, too.

Wow. Just wow.

He kidnaps you again and you like the fact he missed you?

Jules growled and punched at his chest with tight fists. “Take me back. Duncan and Alex will come after you, even though you saved Lachlan.” She would’ve thanked him for returning her nephew, had he not kidnapped her.

“I know it.”

“You’re not scared?”

“They willna hurt ye.”

“Right, but I can’t say the same for you.”

“Ye will tell them I mean ye no harm.”

She laughed. “Wow. You’ve got some balls. Why the hell would I tell them that? You kidnapped me. Again.”

“We will speak at Armadale. Hold on ta me.”

Jules wanted to tell him to go to hell, but she tingled. His heat seeped into her clothing. Her traitorous body remembered his muscles and wanted more. The rough ride had her ass bouncing against his thighs, but she was facing him this time. Could easily wrap her body around his.

She wasn’t afraid in the least—which should have pissed her off. Excitement and arousal rode beneath the surface. Jules wanted to kiss him again.

Hugh panted in her ear, as if he could read her mind—or body. “Lass—”

Jules bit her tongue to keep from answering, or blurting that she’d missed him. She’d rather taste blood than see satisfaction on his face that she was actually glad to see him.

Sorta.

She’d never admit she’d thought of little else the whole time she’d been at Dunvegan—especially since she’d been surrounded by three happy couples.

His huge stallion leapt over a small burn and she screamed; she couldn’t help it, even though hooves soon connected with hard ground and their pace increased.

“I’ll no’ let ye fall, hold on ta me, Juliette.”

Her heart rebounded against her ribs, but Jules nodded and slipped her arms around Hugh. She had no choice. If she fell from his horse at this speed she’d get hurt. Or worse.

He held her tightly with one arm, the other working the reins. Hugh whispered something in what she now recognized as Gaelic, but the language was lost on her, despite Claire trying to teach her a few phrases. It had an almost lyrical quality, but Jules’ tongue couldn’t form the words with the right twist.

Her sister could now speak it fluently, but she’d told her it’d taken almost two years to learn, and sometimes she still stumbled over words.

Armadale loomed, but they were coming in at top speed, so it was growing larger and larger with every second. Hugh shouted orders as soon as the gate came into view, and kicked the horse even faster.

Jules crushed her eyes shut as the stallion made another jump.

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