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    Lydia coughed softly and spit the rags from her mouth. “Sir, how—”
    “The names Brian Donnelly, Miss Covington, I give ye leave to call me Brian.”  He ground his teeth, suppressing the flash of anger that she’d so obviously forgotten him. With effort he reminded himself that he didn’t want her to remember him. More to the point he did not want her… Oh, but that was a lie, and he knew it. He wanted her… desired her… longed to hold her. The truth was he didn’t want to want her. Internally he warred. His gaze fell to the plump curve of her lips; her bottom lip quivered with such vulnerability… it was near to his undoing.
    “Brian.” His inner war intensified. Oh, but why did his given name on her lips have to sound as though spoken by an angel?  “How are you feeling?  You’ve been unconscious for hours. I was so worried.”
    The lass is no angel, he reminded himself, merely a flirtatious nymph. “No need to worry over me, love. Now, I think I have a plan to secure our escape.”
    Her eyes lit at the prospect. “I’m listening.”
    “If we can turn our backs to each other we may be able to untie the bonds around our wrists. Can ye get rolled onto yer other side?”
    Eyes widening in horror, Lydia went deathly still. It took Brian all of three seconds to understand her apprehension. To face the opposite direction would mean to face Lucas MacGregor’s body. The poor girl had likely never seen a dead man before, at least not immediately before burial.
    “Miss Covington—”
    “Lydia.”
    He hesitated. “Miss Lydia, I am sorry for this, if I could take yer place I would.”
    “It’s all right. I can do it.”
    Without another word she flipped onto her left side. Brian quickly followed suit, but found maneuvering the knots securing the ropes about her wrists exceedingly difficult without the use of his eyes. As such he was no less than surprised to feel the binds slipping away from his wrists in the space of a few minutes. Pulling his feet up, he made quick work of the thick straps around his ankles. On impulse he rose onto his hands and knees, taking care to remain low so as not to disturb the tarp stretched across the back of the wagon, and crawled over Lydia to position himself between her and the corpse. Lydia’s eyes radiated gratitude as she rolled her back toward his chest.
    “Good work,” he whispered, fingers dancing nimbly across her knots. “I’m impressed.”
    “Yes, well, women are not entirely worthless just expected to appear as such.”  The bonds fell from her hands and she too loosened the straps around her ankles without difficulty. She shifted to lie on her back, her left shoulder nestling securely against his chest. She tilted her head to the side looking up to him with bright trusting eyes. His heart lurched. The position was comfortable, intimate… a bit too intimate for his liking. “What next?  We must find a way out of the wagon before Keith’s men reach Scotland.”
    The cart jostled, tossing him to the side. He braced an arm on the opposite side of Lydia catching the bulk of his body as it settled over the top of her. Well, Damn . With her pinned beneath him every curve of her vivacious body burned against him. Her breasts, unbound beneath the thin fabric of her boy’s shirt, crushed against the flat of his chest, and her arms settled naturally around his shoulders. His heart hammered a wild rhythm. It was as though they were made to fit together. Their gazes locked, it was physical, thick and real. Her eyes, just a shade lighter than her russet tresses, were alive with emotion, it was as though she possessed the magical power to pull him into her very soul. Dear, God, how many times had he imagined lying this way with her?  She wriggled beneath him and his body responded fast, hard and primitive. Oh, God, not here, not now. He hauled the reins in on his rampaging, lustful thoughts, forcing his mind to the life or death situation at hand.
    “If we