But this was different. She would have to guard her heart closely to keep Alex from walking away with it. He would not intend to take it—he did not want it any more than she wanted to give it to him. But with every wink and smile, he stole a piece of it. And when he made love to her, he held it in his hands.
CHAPTER 16
Alex could not trust himself with this woman. He felt too much. He wanted too much. This was not like him at all.
After several days of making love to her morning, noon, and night, his desire for her had not slacked one whit. In his pride, Alex had thought he would light up the nights for Glynis and give her plenty of pleasure to remember him by. But each time he made love to her, he was as amazed as the first.
As he watched the light of dawn break over the hills and cast a golden glow on her sleeping face, his father’s voice pounded in his head.
And why was he so determined that she not forget him? He’d never cared before. Nay, he hoped that the women he bedded would forget him and leave him alone when it was over. But Glynis had nothing in common with the easy, laughing, overtly sensuous women he usually bedded. Nay, she was not his usual sort at all.
She was the sort his father had warned him about.
It was lucky for them both that Glynis was barren, for he was a lunatic when he was with her. After telling her he was always careful, he kept forgetting to pull out as he should. Hell, he never even thought of it. He had to get control of himself.
When Glynis opened her eyes and smiled at him, he felt so closed in he couldn’t breathe.
“We’ll have to make better time, or I’ll be late getting to Edinburgh,” Alex said, not that he gave a damn anymore about arriving in time to see Sabine.
He got up from their warm blankets and threw on his clothes. It wasn’t like him to panic and run, but he was desperate to get moving.
“I need to check the snares I set last night before we go,” he said as he strapped on his claymore. They were camped in a wood well below the trail, so she should be safe, and he needed to get away from her to clear his head.
“I’ll pack up,” Glynis said, and Alex heard the hurt in her voice.
“Be careful and stay close to camp.” He crouched beside her and touched her cheek. “Don’t go where ye can be seen from the path.”
Looking into her face, with those big, solemn eyes and that sweet sprinkling of freckles across her nose, Alex could not escape the knowledge that he had corrupted a wholesome lass. The fact that she’d wanted corrupting did not excuse him.
This had been a big mistake.
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Glynis gulped in deep breaths as she rolled up the blankets. She should have expected that Alex would tire of her this quickly. In the midst of saddling Rosebud, she paused to rest her head against the horse’s shoulder. She wanted to blame Alex for the hurt welling up in her chest, but he had tried to warn her that she could not do this lightly. She clenched her fists and told herself that once she was in Edinburgh, she would make herself forget Alex MacDonald.
Since Alex was in such a damned hurry to get there, she wasn’t waiting for him to return to water the horses. The walk down to the small loch where they had taken them last night was a bit longer than she remembered, but it was well hidden by the trees.
After letting the horses drink, she tied them at the edge of the nearby clearing where they could munch on the grass, then she took off her shoes and waded into the water. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and let the sunshine wash over her. She took deep breaths until she felt calmer.
Her eyes flew open as a sudden unease swept over her.
She turned, and her heart dropped to her stomach. Over the tops of the trees, she saw a man up on the path. He was too far away for her to tell if he saw her, too.
Glynis held her breath and forced herself to move slowly out of the water so as not to draw his attention. When she reached the cover of the trees, she paused, listening hard. But she heard nothing except the birds and the breeze in the branches overhead.
She hid behind a thick bush and curled herself into a ball. Would the man look for her? Her heart thudded in her ears as she waited.
Glynis forgot about the horses until she heard a loud whinny. She scrambled low over the ground until she could see into the clearing where she’d left them.
“Goddamned beast!” A tall warrior with a claymore strapped to his back was trying to grab Rosebud’s rope, but she was snorting and pawing at the air. “I’ll show ye who’s master!”
Glynis watched in horror as the man brought a switch down on Rosebud’s neck again and again. Now both horses were rearing up and straining against their ropes.
She had to do something. There was only one man, and she had surprise on her side. She picked up a hefty stick from the ground. While his back was to her, she should do it. Still, she hesitated, hoping Alex would burst through the trees.
But the horses were frantic, their whinnies like screams in her ears. She couldn’t bear it. Raising the stick over her head with both hands, she ran toward the man.
