Journey to the Highlands: Robbie and Caralyn (Clan Grant Series Book 4) by Keira Montclair Page B
Authors: Keira Montclair
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brow at Tomas, but then shrugged his shoulders in agreement. “Let’s go before sundown.”
Gwyneth smiled and jumped on Logan’s horse.
Logan growled, “Lass, find your own horse.”
“I did.” She smiled and took off down the path.
Logan mounted Tomas’s horse in a flash and headed down the path after her. When he was close enough, he grabbed the reins, winked at Gwyneth and said, “You better hang on.” He whistled and his horse came to a screeching halt. Gwyneth almost flew off the front, though she somehow managed to hang on.
Gwyneth yelled. “Och, stop! I’ll get off. Have your foolish horse.”
Logan tossed his reins to Tomas who had come up on his other side with Robbie. Then dismounting Tomas’s horse, he climbed up behind Gwyneth in the saddle.
Gwyneth squealed and swung at him. “Don’t touch me, you brute.”
Logan chuckled and took off, whispering just loud enough for Robbie to hear, “Should have thought of that before you stole my horse. Now you ride with me.” He held her back against him in a death grip while he yelled over his shoulder. “Move on, Grant.”
Robbie smiled. Gwyneth would have her hands full with Logan Ramsay. She’d chosen the wrong one to goad.
Chapter Sixteen
Robbie motioned to Gwyneth and Logan to take the lead. After they rode for a bit, they found themselves in an area that looked a bit suspicious and Gwyneth signaled for the group to stop and investigate. He dismounted near several rows of run-down cottages. The odor of sewage was ripe and piles of waste sat in front of every hut as if the owners cared naught about their homes. A creek ran behind the rows, probably their only source of water. Given the amount of sewage nearby, it was a wonder they still lived.
He glanced at Logan, who slid off his horse, too, pulling Gwyneth behind him. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she swung and clobbered Logan in the side of his head with her fist. Logan spun her around in a matter of seconds and held her in a vise grip in front of him. Gwyneth struggled to free herself, but Robbie knew she didn’t stand a chance. Logan was big and broad-shouldered, with a body lined with solid muscle. Robbie trusted him to do the right thing, so he and Tomas stood aside to let them settle their differences.
“Leave me be, you rutting bull.” Gwyneth struggled to maintain any sense of composure.
Logan squeezed her back against his chest and spoke into her ear. “Now, do I have complete control of you, lass?”
“Aye, leave off, you surly brute!” She fought until her face was beet red, spitting and kicking at anything she could reach.
“Remember that. I have complete control over you. You have no power over me without your weapons. Agreed?”
“Aye,” she snarled.
“Then know this. I will never hurt you or force you. If I wanted to, I could throw you down on that ground and rut all I wanted. But I won’t. Do you know why?”
The only sound from Gwyneth was a low growl as she fought to free herself from Logan’s grip.
“Verra well, I’ll tell you though you are not inclined to listen, please hear me and heed me.”
Gwyneth managed one kick to his shin as she continued to squirm.
“Lass, I’ll never hurt you. I don’t hurt women. ‘Tis not in me, nor is it in my friends. You need to accept that. There are two kinds of men, those who hit lasses and those who don’t. ‘Tis unfortunate the only men you have met are rutting snipes, but I’m not one. I like my lasses willing and I never hit.” He continued his soft whispers until she seemed less agitated.
“But I will protect myself. Can you promise not to hit me or my friends? I won’t let you go until you agree.”
She calmed but didn’t agree.
Logan continued. “I’m here to save the wee lassies. I have a niece named Lily whom I adore. She is a bit older than Gracie, and I would kill any man who dared to hurt her. So you need to decide. Will you join us to help save the lassies or will you
Gwyneth smiled and jumped on Logan’s horse.
Logan growled, “Lass, find your own horse.”
“I did.” She smiled and took off down the path.
Logan mounted Tomas’s horse in a flash and headed down the path after her. When he was close enough, he grabbed the reins, winked at Gwyneth and said, “You better hang on.” He whistled and his horse came to a screeching halt. Gwyneth almost flew off the front, though she somehow managed to hang on.
Gwyneth yelled. “Och, stop! I’ll get off. Have your foolish horse.”
Logan tossed his reins to Tomas who had come up on his other side with Robbie. Then dismounting Tomas’s horse, he climbed up behind Gwyneth in the saddle.
Gwyneth squealed and swung at him. “Don’t touch me, you brute.”
Logan chuckled and took off, whispering just loud enough for Robbie to hear, “Should have thought of that before you stole my horse. Now you ride with me.” He held her back against him in a death grip while he yelled over his shoulder. “Move on, Grant.”
Robbie smiled. Gwyneth would have her hands full with Logan Ramsay. She’d chosen the wrong one to goad.
Chapter Sixteen
Robbie motioned to Gwyneth and Logan to take the lead. After they rode for a bit, they found themselves in an area that looked a bit suspicious and Gwyneth signaled for the group to stop and investigate. He dismounted near several rows of run-down cottages. The odor of sewage was ripe and piles of waste sat in front of every hut as if the owners cared naught about their homes. A creek ran behind the rows, probably their only source of water. Given the amount of sewage nearby, it was a wonder they still lived.
He glanced at Logan, who slid off his horse, too, pulling Gwyneth behind him. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she swung and clobbered Logan in the side of his head with her fist. Logan spun her around in a matter of seconds and held her in a vise grip in front of him. Gwyneth struggled to free herself, but Robbie knew she didn’t stand a chance. Logan was big and broad-shouldered, with a body lined with solid muscle. Robbie trusted him to do the right thing, so he and Tomas stood aside to let them settle their differences.
“Leave me be, you rutting bull.” Gwyneth struggled to maintain any sense of composure.
Logan squeezed her back against his chest and spoke into her ear. “Now, do I have complete control of you, lass?”
“Aye, leave off, you surly brute!” She fought until her face was beet red, spitting and kicking at anything she could reach.
“Remember that. I have complete control over you. You have no power over me without your weapons. Agreed?”
“Aye,” she snarled.
“Then know this. I will never hurt you or force you. If I wanted to, I could throw you down on that ground and rut all I wanted. But I won’t. Do you know why?”
The only sound from Gwyneth was a low growl as she fought to free herself from Logan’s grip.
“Verra well, I’ll tell you though you are not inclined to listen, please hear me and heed me.”
Gwyneth managed one kick to his shin as she continued to squirm.
“Lass, I’ll never hurt you. I don’t hurt women. ‘Tis not in me, nor is it in my friends. You need to accept that. There are two kinds of men, those who hit lasses and those who don’t. ‘Tis unfortunate the only men you have met are rutting snipes, but I’m not one. I like my lasses willing and I never hit.” He continued his soft whispers until she seemed less agitated.
“But I will protect myself. Can you promise not to hit me or my friends? I won’t let you go until you agree.”
She calmed but didn’t agree.
Logan continued. “I’m here to save the wee lassies. I have a niece named Lily whom I adore. She is a bit older than Gracie, and I would kill any man who dared to hurt her. So you need to decide. Will you join us to help save the lassies or will you
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