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Oops. Quinn looked down at Nickie. "That is a very bad word. I shouldn't have used it. Please don't repeat it."
"What does it mean?" Thaddeus asked.
"Not going there. Trust me, it isn't nice."
Quinn could see they both were not satisfied with her answer but thankfully Thaddeus had moved to the next stage of their adventure.
"I know where we can stash this," he chimed in suddenly.
As they approached the unfinished building, Quinn felt the past and present colliding since in the future the building before them stood almost as it does now.
"There are a few secret spots that Archer planned into the building's design. We can use one of those." Thaddeus led them to the fireplace and a part of the stone trim that moved to reveal a hollow space large enough to stash the sacks. Derek had been quite discriminating in his selection, going for the smallest items, that might not be missed, but of the highest value. Once everything was safely hidden, the three of them returned the wagon before heading to the stables.
Majesty, Loki and Champ were saddled before they took off on a ride that had them seeing most of Whispering Winds' landscape and, to Quinn, it was a little piece of heaven. They climbed from their horses when they reached a large field of wildflowers and walked among the brightly-colored flowers.
"I've never seen a woman ride a horse astride before. You are quite good," Nickie offered. Quinn looked down at him, "Coming from such a fine rider, I am honored by the compliment."
His smile, in response, went from ear to ear. Quinn looked into his little face and thought how much he looked like his father. She couldn't help think of a younger Archer who was probably very much like Nickie, but instead of receiving love and encouragement from his father he received only rhetoric on duty. How much Archer had missed out on and yet deep beneath his Earl facade she still caught a glimpse of that hopeful little boy.
It was one of the many things she loved about him. And she did love him, as crazy and impossible as that was. It wouldn't be a piece of her heart lost to him when she returned to her time but all of it, to the man she logically shouldn't know but would never forget.
"What is that mind of yours thinking now, Quinn?" Thaddeus' voice pulled her from her thoughts as she turned to him.
"Have you ever ridden bareback?"
He didn't let on if he was surprised by her question and answered, "Yes. Don't tell me you have?" And there it was, the throwing down of the gauntlet.
Quinn was preparing to do the trick she'd been doing since she was a child so she didn't hear the sound of the approaching horse.
When Archer arrived and saw Quinn, he wasn't sure what emotion he felt more, fury or fear, because there in the meadow was delicate Quinn standing face to face with his beast of a horse, Loki; an animal who was barely tamed and only allowed Thaddeus and himself to ride atop him.
Upon further inspection, a sharp pang of jealous stabbed through him when he realized that his Quinn, for in his heart he thought of her as his, was only wearing her chemise.
And then fear again gripped him as he watched her whistle to stir his horse into action. Loki galloped right towards her. Archer wanted to kick his own mount into a run but terror held him frozen as he watched what he believed was the death of the woman he loved. The terror brought on a fury that had him kicking his horse into a gallop. He knew he wasn't going to reach her in time and this knowledge almost had him howling his anguish to the heavens until he saw Thaddeus standing off to the side watching Quinn like a simpleton. Why wasn't he trying to stop her?
Just before Loki collided with Quinn she moved quickly and grabbed his mane, pulling herself up and onto his back. It was only then that Archer realized his horse wasn't wearing a saddle. A reluctant admiration filled him because Quinn was riding his monster of beast, bareback, with far greater skill than most men of his acquaintance rode with a saddle. It didn't take long for him to remember the terror he felt only minutes before and his admiration slipped away. How dare she perform such a dangerous stunt? Especially in front of his son. He steered his horse toward Quinn and whistled a command that stopped Loki in his tracks awaiting his master. In one smooth move, Archer wrapped his arm around Quinn's waist and pulled her from her mount to his.
"Take Nickie home, Thaddeus," Archer all but roared before his horse continued forward seconds before they were lost amongst the trees. It took him a moment to control his temper as he brought his horse to stop but when he looked down at her beautiful and bewildered face, his temper flared again.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
There was patience and understanding in her gaze and for some reason that just further enraged him as he slid from his horse and stalked away from her so he wouldn't put his hands around her lovely neck and wring it.
"I was completely safe, Archer, I've been doing that particular stunt for quite a few years."
Archer swung around and there was no denying the anger burning in his gaze but there was something else there too but before Quinn could identify it Archer all but shouted, "But not with that horse!"
Satan, her horse in the future, was every bit the animal that Loki was but Quinn decided now was probably not the best time to point that out so instead offered quietly, "I apologize for making you worry."
Nope, not the right thing to say as she watched as Archer turned a deeper shade of red and then he bellowed, "Worry me? You ignorant child, you could have broken your fool neck. Did that ever occur to you? Not to mention pulling such a brainless stunt in front of my son ...and in your undergarments no less."
Quinn's temper started to burn through her. Yes, he had a good point regarding Nickie and her lack of clothing but calling her an ignorant child, oh no, he didn't. Amazingly before she could knock him down one, he continued on, "It's amazing that you've lived to the age you are considering your complete disregard for everything. Social courtesy, common sense, decorum all completely escape you as you tackle life with wild abandon. Your father should have taken you over his knee years ago to discipline the recklessness out of you."
It was only after Archer had vented most of his fear through a rampage of angry words that he realized Quinn had gone very quiet. He hadn't meant anything he said to her. In truth, it was her carefree nature that drew him to her, but in the midst of his fury he had channeled his father and knew first-hand just how biting what he said would be to someone like Quinn.
He opened his mouth to apologize but she took that moment to start toward him and eager to see what she was about to do, he remained silent. He didn't exactly know what he expected her to do -- maybe throw herself into his arms and declare her undying love -- but he most definitely did not expect the right jab that she landed squarely, and rather painfully, on his jaw.
An odd calm settled over her as she walked toward him and she knew from the look of him, he had no idea what was coming. That made it all that more satisfying when her punch finally connected. Yes, she probably broke every bone in her hand but the look of shock and disbelief on his face made it worth it.
