Here!" Grant waved and called, to Catriona's surprise. Then he tugged her off the bridge and waited with her at the top of the hill as Evan came closer. Her heart pounded, and she fought tears, yet she stood calmly. She realized that Evan would know nothing of what had just transpired. From the low angle of the hill, he could not have seen them clearly on the bridge. And she did not dare tell him what had happened. "Lucky thing you came by, sir," Kenneth Grant said as Evan reached the top of the hill and came toward them. "Your bride had quite a fright. She nearly fell from that infernal bridge. I'm very glad I happened to be passing this way." Evan's face turned grim as he strode toward them. "Dear God," he said, and set an arm around Catriona, pulling her against him. She leaned, resting her head on his shoulder, relief pouring through her. "Are you hurt?" "No. I'm fine." She wanted to dive into the safety of his embrace. Instead, she clutched the back of his frock coat and stood close, felt safe now, while she faced Grant.
