Page 10 of A Highlander's Vow

“Ye stole it?”

He laughed. “Aye.” He looked at her, a glint in his eyes. “Just like I stole ye, too.”

Gregory slid from the horse and wrapped his hands around Megan’s waist and lifted her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers.

The men who had been sitting around the campfire kicked dirt on the low flames and headed to their horses. With her ankle still hurting, Gregory helped her over to one of the horses and settled her on the animal’s back. “Do ye feel well enough to ride by yerself?”

Megan nodded and Gregory strode off, carrying her satchel which he fastened to his horse. He climbed on the animal and addressed the men. “We will ride through the night, but because of the darkness we will go slow. Once we have light we will pick up the pace. It won’t take Anthony long to find out Lady Sinclair is missing and he will ken exactly who has her and the direction we’re headed.”

Gregory looked at her. “Lady Sinclair, I want ye to ride in the middle of our group. If the injury to yer ankle causes ye too much pain directing the horse yerself, let me know.”

With those words, he raised his hand and turned toward the darkness. “We ride.”