She not only couldn't see, she had no real knowledge of what she was doing. A few hours on a horse being led around the bailey did not make her a rider. He could ask Michael to do it, he supposed, but refused to let his desires, however unbelievable, get the better of him."We shall rest for a few minutes,” he announced, and slid from his horse.Michael nodded and dismounted. The lad held Jenny's horse steady as Ian slid his hands around her waist. The simple style of her gown, now quite fetching with the alterations, distracted him a moment as he lowered her to the ground. Aye, she was a shapely woman for one so small.Her hands rested on his forearms while his remained secure around her waist. “Thank you,” she said, her voice a bit shaky.He could only nod, his tongue too thick to speak. ‘Twould take but the slightest dipping of his head to kiss her, he thought."If you've a need tae some privacy, Jenny, there be a bit of trees over there,” Michael said, wrenching Ian from his frozen state."Oh, um, thanks.
