Wild Angel (The O'Byrne Brides Series - Book One) by Miriam Minger

Author:Miriam Minger [Minger, Miriam]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Walker Publishing
Published: 2010-11-05T22:00:00+00:00

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“This looks like a good place to leave the horses,” Triona said as she slowed Laeg to a halt.

Ronan glanced wryly at Triona, trying very hard to stifle his mounting annoyance. “Are you sure? I’d swear it looks much like the last three clearings I suggested.”

“Absolutely sure. This is the perfect place.”

“As you say.” Ronan threw his leg over his stallion’s neck to dismount when suddenly he heard an exasperated sigh.

“On second thought, mayhap Laeg would be happier if there was just a wee bit more grass. We should look some more.”

Easy, man, Ronan warned himself, turning away from her so she wouldn’t see him frown. Four weeks of constant raiding and he’d almost forgotten how easily this woman could rile him. And he suspected that was exactly what she was trying to do, which was all the more reason to tread lightly. He wanted to endear her to him, not drive her away even further.

“Very well, we can move on if you wish.”

Triona sighed again, but this time out of sheer frustration.

“No, no, this place will do fine.”

“You’re sure?”

In answer, she slid from Laeg’s back and tethered him to a birch, Ronan dismounting just a few feet away from her. He was so close in fact, that she couldn’t resist taking advantage of the opportunity by shrieking at the top of her lungs, “Conn, where are you?”

“By God, woman!”

She grinned as Ronan grabbed for his stallion’s reins, the huge animal rearing and snorting in fright. Yet by the time he had controlled his horse and spun to face her, Triona had recovered herself, hoping she appeared suitably contrite.

“I’m sorry. Truly.”

“I thought you said Conn knew to come at a single command?”

Oh, he was irritated now, she thought smugly, his eyes a deep stormy gray. “He does, it’s just that…” She shrugged, raising her hands as Conn came crashing through the woods toward them. “I wasn’t thinking, I guess.”

“No, you weren’t. We’ll be lucky if we find any prey now for miles.”

“Well, my father always said I had lungs like a banshee when I was a babe. It appears I still do.”

Ronan seemed ready to make a comment, but then he must have thought better of it. He turned to pull two javelins from his spear case. Triona concentrated upon her weapons as well, shouldering her bowcase and then checking to see that the jeweled dagger was sheathed securely in her belt. She hadn’t had to ask Ronan to give the weapon back. He’d returned it along with her hunting knife the same day as her bowcase, though she preferred carrying the dagger since it reminded her of her father.

More of Ronan’s false gestures of goodwill, she thought, feeling a cold nose nudging her hand.

“Are you ready to hunt, my brave Conn?” she murmured, dropping down on one knee to give him a hug. “But you must be careful. I’ll not lose you to some wily old pig.”

“We should set out, Triona. The day is slipping away from us.

She looked up to find Ronan watching her, the familiar warmth returned to his eyes.

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