Chapter 77

In an effort to stay busy, she repacked her medicines—they were running out. But she couldn’t get her mind off the outlaw. She thought of the times they’d kissed. Twice he’d kissed her, and only once had she kissed him, though it didn’t really count because it’d been on the cheek. But the way he made her feel! As if she were the only person alive, the only one who mattered. And when he’d kissed her at Ellers’ Lea, so fiercely!

The memory took her breath away.

She’d hated him at first, but who wouldn’t have? He was a hard man to like, moody, volatile. Then again, wasn’t she the same? Always teasing, playing up to his favor, then lashing out. Talk about volatile! To the only man who loved her outside of family.

Had he loved her?

Suddenly she felt someone watching her. The lounge was dark, but she felt for Wray’s sword and grasped it in both hands as she rose to her feet. Slowly she turned around.