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and bra, she faced the fire with arms outstretched, her plaid unfurling across her back the ends gripped in tight fists.
    “Kendrick, come stand beside me with your back bared toward the fire; we are going to heat our bodies and crawl under Lorne’s coverings to warm him.”
    His eyebrows quirked and he stepped toward her with a roguish look on his face. She lifted her left arm to block his view, not that it would help. Since he was nearly a foot taller, he could easily see over the top of her outstretched arms.
    While keeping her eye on him she turned to her side attempting to shield her body from his view. In her peripheral vision she watched him remove the upper part of the plaid thrown over his shoulder and pull his shirt off the most sculpted abs she’d ever seen.
    Wow! Work out much?
    He glanced in her direction as though he’d read her thoughts.
    “Turn your head away, please,” she said, raising her arm and shoulder higher. Her eyes narrowed in challenge. His brows quirked and tiny, mischievous wrinkles appeared at the corner of his mouth. A guttural noise rumbled in his throat, but he averted his eyes as she’d asked. When her body tingled with warmth, she slid under the blankets and draped herself across Lorne’s chest, avoiding his injured right side. She tipped her head back to Kendrick still standing by the fire; his lips parted, a completely amazed expression on his face. “Lie down under the coverings on his other side, but be careful of his wounds.”
    “You’re verra bossy, m’lady, and I dinnae take orders from anyone, especially a woman.” Still, he came, all male heat and strength, and crawled under the covers with his back turned to them. The other men took to their pallets and wrapped themselves in their plaids, Struan grunting, while Rabbie quietly chuckled.
    After a moment she whispered, “Kendrick, I am not feeling too well myself. My head throbs and I feel a bit nauseous. Please wake me occasionally through the night in case I have a concussion. We should also give Lorne additional tablets in a few hours.”
    He didn’t respond for several seconds and she wondered if he understood about concussions. “Aye, dinnae fash yourself, I will check on both of you.”
    Andra closed her eyes. This is just a wild and crazy dream, and I’ll wake in the morning refreshed and in my own time. Another voice whispered in her head , No, no you will not.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Kendrick dozed fitfully for several hours then rolled to study Andra. Her face rested against Lorne’s shoulder, one pale arm stretched over his head, slender fingers flashing gemmed rings laced through his hair. Her face glowed in the dim light cast from the faltering fire. Her lovely, slightly parted, rose-tinted lips and high cheekbones mesmerized him. Flawless, lightly bronzed skin indicated time spent in the sun, marred only by the purple bruise and large lump on her forehead. A cascade of burnished brown hair drifted across her face and swirled in tendrils over her shoulders. One shoulder had slipped from the coverings and appeared bound with a thin strap of shiny material the color of blushed skin. Damn if he didn’t want that face on his chest, those fingers threading through his hair, his own fingers exploring the soft lushness of her body. She disturbed him, called to him even in sleep, and he didn’t like it.
    Who are you, lass, and where did you come from? As bold and brazen as she appeared, he admired her tenderness toward his brother and her quick willingness to help. She had asked him to wake her in a few hours, but loath to disturb her rest, he watched her sleep.
    As though she felt his gaze, her dark lashes fluttered, and she woke with a start. When her eyes opened, she pulled away, looking confused and disoriented for several moments. She blinked, yawned with that perfect mouth that he wanted to smother with his own and whispered, “So, I’m still here. How long have we been asleep?”
    “Aye, lass,