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“I’m glad you didn’t.”

He kissed her. Then kissed her again and again.

Nora sighed at the sensation of him around her while he was still inside her.

With a groan, he pulled back and left her with an aching void.

“We’d best not be too long or someone will come searching for us.”

He helped her right her clothes and covered her hair again with her brat, then led her back in the direction where they had come from.

As they walked, a low hanging branch caught her brat and pulled it free of her hair.

Nora hissed at the pain. The branch snapped back, tearing the brat from her head and dress, and launching it up to a higher branch.

“Oh bother!” she said, her voice rife with aggravation as she tried to jump up to reach it.

“Here.” Ewan moved her aside and tried to reach it. When he realized he couldn’t, he moved to leave.

“Nay,” she said. “We can’t leave it in the tree.”

“Why not?”

“‘Tis my favorite and was a present from my mother.”

He growled at her words.

“Please, Ewan?”

His face softened. He handed her the basket and headed for the tree.

Nora watched in fascinated awe as he easily climbed the tree. He worked his way out onto the branch where her brat was snarled.

No sooner did he capture the wayward brat than the branch broke and sent him straight to the ground.

Her heart stopped at the sight of him falling.

“Ewan!” she gasped, rushing toward him.

He lay on the ground unmoving.

Eight

“Ewan, please tell me that you dinna get hurt.” Frantically, Nora searched his body, looking for injuries.

Ewan couldn’t draw his breath for a full minute. The fall hadn’t hurt anything much more than his dignity and knocked the wind from him.

But he had to admit he liked feeling her hands on his body. Liked seeing the concern on her face.

“I got your brat,” he said around his aching ribs and back, handing it to her.

“Oh, forget the silly brat. You’ve been hurt.”

Silly brat?

Now the brat was silly?

Ewan frowned at her. He wasn’t really hurt, but he didn’t want her to know that. She was running her hands up and down his body as if searching for injuries and even though he should be sated after their tryst, he wasn’t.