The Groom Wore Plaid: Highland Weddings - Plot & Excerpts
Trying to avoid them, her feet slipped from beneath her. She cried out, desperately flinging both arms wide, but could find nothing to hold on to. She slid sideways down a rocky slope, rather than following the path that hugged the hilltop. She came to a halt hard against a boulder, and she felt her ankle twist with a sharp pain. But she didn’t let go.As she panted and tried to see how far away the path was, she felt rocks and dirt raining down on her.“Maggie!”Owen’s voice from above her was urgent, but she wasn’t fool enough to think he cared about her except as a pawn between their clans. Then his arm smacked her hard on the back as he tried to catch himself on the same boulder. He came to a stop beside her, while gravel continued to fall all around them. With his arms he shielded her from the worst of it. Her ankle throbbed dully, but that faded compared to the worry that someone might have placed those rocks where she and Owen wouldn’t see them until it was too late.But they were rocks on an incline, she scolded herself silently.
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