She tried hard not to like the nearness of him, but it was a battle she wasn't sure she could win. She also tried not to look at his wavy blond hair or want to run her fingers through it. She closed her eyes and remembered the feel of his arms around her and the softness of his kiss.

He stopped and looked up at her. "Kevin said when Anna has trouble with her plaid, he holds her and kisses her so she will relax."

She thought it was a great idea, but she was still mad at him for taking all her clothes off. She narrowed her eyes. "You can forget the holding and kissing part."

"Then relax. I have never done this before and your tense muscles are not helping. I will not touch you anymore than I have to." Blair finished the front, turned her around and tackled the back, but soon he realized he was running out of material, had to pull some of the pleats back out and start over.

"Where are my shoes?"

"By the fire."

Finally finished, he stood back up. "Let me see your arm. It was bleeding a little the last time I looked." He examined it and so did she, holding it out and looking over her shoulder. "'Tis much better. The swelling has gone down. Come, I will feed you."

She followed him, sat down near the fire, watched him move a fish closer to her, open it and carefully pull out the bones. Then he cut it into manageable pieces with his dagger. It smelled wonderful. She touched part with her finger, decided it was not too hot and began to eat, careful to peel the meat off the skin first.

*

Blair had just finished his meal when he felt movement in the ground. They were out in the open with no place to hide and riders were coming. She felt it too and started to rise, just as he whistled for his horse, and got to his feet. The horse came quickly, but the riders were coming faster. He swung up on the horse's back, grabbed Bridget around the waist and pulled her up. But when he glanced back, the riders were wearing Cameron plaids. He closed his eyes and released the breath he was holding.

It was the first time she had done it, but Bridget turned until her back was against him and put her arms on top of the arm he had around her waist. She felt him tighten his hold just a little as though he approved. She too knew the men charging toward them were Camerons and she breathed a sigh of relief; anything was better than the English.




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