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camp and sat across the fire from her puzzling over her identity. She was beautiful. He speculated what color her eyes were behind the long dark lashes gracing her slightly flushed cheeks. He felt his loins begin to harden as his gaze stroked her from head to toe. Who could have spawned such perfection? He recalled the parchment in his sporran but dreaded the reading of it. He did not want to know where she belonged...that perhaps she was promised to someone. She is mine! I found her. I saved her. And I want her! The thought was so powerful that it shook him. He had to know who she was though. Perhaps he could ask her father for her. That was the honorable thing to do. He just was not sure he could be honorable where this lass was concerned.
                 Sighing to himself, he pulled the parchment out reading its contents. He smiled. Her name is Seonaid. It suits her. And she is nae pledged ta anyone...yet . But I still do nae ken who ta ask for her hand. He smiled grimly... but that will nae stop me. His eyes darted back across the flames to find himself captured in two exotic emerald pools.
     
     
                 Her head was pounding like a drum in time with the beat of her heart. Why did it hurt? She could not remember. She kept her eyes closed as she swam closer to the sounds above her. She acknowledged the sound of horses blowing and pawing the earth. Night birds singing, bugs chirping too stridently for her sore head. She felt the heat of a fire close by, its pungent smoke drifting lightly in her nostrils. She heard the crackle and pop of burning wood and...men... snoring!
                 Her eyes flew open in alarm but she dared not move. She hurt all over. Right down to her fingers and toes. She glanced across the flames to see a rather large highlander reading something. His forehead was broad with slashing black eyebrows, a straight nose, high cheekbones and a squared chin. He was topped off with a strong, lightly whiskered jaw, sensuous lips on a full mouth with long blue-black hair braided at his temples and...startling sapphire eyes, she realized as his attention was drawn to her.
                 Who was he? A clan chief for certain as he wears the braids of a chief. But she did not know him or where she was or why she was here. She delved deeper into her thoughts and grasped that she did not know her own clan...or even her name. The harder she tried to remember the more sorely her head throbbed. She decided that those answers could wait for now. It would come to her in time.
                 She heard a deep, rumbling voice inquire, “How do ye fare, Lass?” It felt as though it rolled right through her veins igniting little sparks all the way of its journey. She blinked and opened her mouth to speak but could only manage a whisper. “Thirsty.”
                 He nodded and picked up a bladder of water bringing it to her. As he knelt beside her raising her head for a drink he cautioned, “Sip slowly, Lass. Your stomach will be unsettled after the blow ye received ta your brow.”
                 She closed her eyes as she felt his strong arm wrap around her shoulders for support and drank from the skin. Her eyes gaped as she rolled hastily away... bile spewing from her lips. “Are you trying to poison me?” she cried hoarsely.
                 Garrick was stunned at her outburst then realized the blunder. He brought the skin to his nose and inhaled deeply. Uisge beatha! He cursed himself. He had inadvertently picked up Angus’ skin. “Pardon, Lass, I picked up me cousin’s bladder by mistake. He can nae live without his uisge beatha...or so he claims.” She glared at him as he exchanged the skin for one containing water. He aided her with a drink from the second skin, after both she and Garrick sniffed it, then assisted her as she lay back down. She decided that it was an honest mistake after giving it some thought so she chose