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bide our time, and keep our eyes open an opportunity will present itself.”
    Lydia looked skeptical.
    “Do ye trust me?”
    “Do I have a choice?”
    “Lydia, I need an answer, do you trust me?”
    Her eyes danced across his face. “Yes.”
    He moved his gaze from her eyes down the gentle curve of her face taking in the becoming spattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks—how he longed for the time to memorize her—to her lips so full and perfectly pink they begged to be kissed. He wanted to kiss her. Sample her just once. Oh, what the hell, we’re about to die. Without another thought he slipped a hand beneath her neck and pulled her face to his catching her lips in the taste he’d craved for the last four years.
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    Heat fused Lydia like the sun in the dawn. The whole of her body melted around Brian welcoming his frame as though kissing him, lying beneath him, was the most natural act in the world. His lips, moist and firm, molded around her mouth and a smattering of dark whiskers bristled against her chin. Shockwaves of awareness rippled across her body. Every nerve ending responded to his kiss, even places she’d not known existed came alive, craving his touch. Instinctively she curled her arms around his neck not wanting this one perfect moment to end.
    He responded with urgency, deepening the exchange. He slid a hand across her hip grasping the small of her back as his tongue teased the crease of her lips, begging them to part. She shuddered with a combination of shock and pleasure as his tongue swam into her mouth. Was it the danger of their situation adding such passion to the embrace, causing her to respond with such wanton abandon?
    Abruptly Brian broke off the kiss. “Stay quiet.”
    “Huh?” she murmured, not yet recovered from his kiss.
    “What do you think, Roark? Have we gone far enough to finish the job?” A voice drifted back from the driver’s seat.
    Alarm, penetrated whatever haze of Brian’s kiss remained. “We must do something, now!” she hissed.
    “Lydia, please, keep yer voice down. They’ll hear us.”
    “I’m not talking any louder than you, Brian,” she whispered.
    He scowled.
    ignored him, mind whirling, searching for a plan of attack. Through the open back of the wagon naught but dirt road and thick foliage met her gaze. It would be far easier to lose their captors in the forest than to take their chances hand to hand with armed men. If she and Brian could escape the wagon without detection…
    The cartwheel bounced in a large rut, sending both of them—and Lucas MacGregor—sailing toward the open back of the wagon. The rickety wood cracked beneath their combined weight, and using the momentum Lydia flattened her arms against Brian’s chest, heaved with all her strength, and rolled them both through the open bottom of the wagon.
    Sunlight slammed Lydia full in the face a split second before she realized the hard packed road would be slamming into her next. There wasn’t even time to squeeze her eyes shut. “Ouff.”  Brian landed flat on his back, and she squarely on top of him. Stunned, she clung to the front of his shirt, staring after the departing wagon. Her eyes darted to the wooded terrain around them, the middle of nowhere, or so it would seem.
    “Christ, lass.”  Brian groaned and rolled her off of him. “Ye’ll be the death of me. I’m sure of it. Did ye not hear what I said about bidin’ our time?  Plannin’ a bit?”
    “There is a time for planning and a time for action,” Lydia muttered, scrambling to her knees.
    “You are yer father’s daughter,” he grumbled, and Lydia had the distinct impression the statement was not a compliment.
    Lydia threw a harried glance over her shoulder to see the driver, and the man she recognized as Roark looking back at them in overt confusion. “Um, Brian?  We’d better be going.”
    Brian growled under his breath, following her pointed finger.