Where had that come from? Why did he have to spoil a perfectly good evening by becoming so obnoxious and overprotective? She hooked the straps of her sandals through her fingers and thought back to their interchange in the dinning room. Perhaps she had pushed him too far or behaved irresponsibly....
The jagged red line severed his face, running through his left eye and out over his cheekbone finishing somewhere under his chin. She itched to touch it yet she feared she’d hurt him or he’d shy away. To look in the mirror every day and know how close he’d come to death, to have a permanent remin...
The itchy bites proved his point. Flea bites! He would have been better off sheltering under a tree or in a cave somewhere. He ran his tongue around his teeth and grimaced. The stale taste of the rough brandy from last night remained. He was disgusted with himself, and it was time he did somethin...
Keeping a firm grasp on the bridle he shot a look down the animal’s flanks. Unable to see any injury to horse or rider he moved to the offside. Nothing. In fact the woman sat as though born to the saddle, except there was no saddle. ‘Mama!’ India’s voice rose above the heavy breathing of all thre...