How was it possible that she had never noticed a man’s forearms before? Broxburn’s were thicker and a great deal more muscular than hers, and obviously quite strong. She might have stayed and watched him fish, but his presence perturbed her. And not in the annoying way he had done at Glencory, but something altogether different. Something wholly inappropriate. Slipping away from the river and her unseemly thoughts, she followed the narrow path through the deep wood, assuming it led to the hamlet Broxburn spoke of. It did not seem to be well used, but she was able to pick her way through the trees without difficulty. It was farther than she thought it would be, and she saw no sign of human habitation until she noticed a stone grotto, just off the path in a thicket of shrubs and trees. It looked like an ancient cave that might have been used for shelter or storage. Perhaps it was a small chapel. She started for it, but suddenly stopped short at the high-pitched sound of a woman’s squeal.
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