Chapter Three- Blane
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Cameron Lands, Scotland
The woman fought me the whole way back. She nearly slid off the saddle headfirst several times until I hauled her upright and anchored her to my chest. She was chilled to the bone and shivering, but she molded up against me.
With a hiss, I removed my cloak and placed it over her shoulder.
“I’m not going to thank you,” she hissed even as she wrapped it around her shoulders.
“I am not doing it for yer comfort,” I said as I tried to hold my temper. “I am doing it so that ye do not cause a riot when we ride through the village. Ye are practically naked.”
It was hard to miss the way that she was clothed. Those gorgeous long legs that were strangely tanned, and those breasts that were practically falling out of her shirt. Could one call it
