Highland Sparks (Clan Grant #5) Read Online Free PDF

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    Fire burned in Gwyneth’s gaze. “Aye, bring it out, but let me grab my dagger first. I’ll take one of your sacs as a trophy. The last one I cut off, I flung into the firth.”
    Dead silence hung in the air. Logan waited to see if anyone else would approach that comment. He thought his comrades’ thoughts no doubt echoed his own. Was she telling the truth? Someday, he would ask her. The rotten bastard who’d attacked her had picked the wrong victim. He stifled his grin so as not to antagonize her any more. She was already good and fired up.
    Logan whispered, “I don’t doubt your strength on a good day, lass. But the Norse knocked the wind out of you. I can see the fine tremor in your hand. The only thing you need is rest.”
    Gwyneth took a step closer to Logan. “Fortunately, what you say doesn’t mean anything to me. I do as I please, not what some man orders me to do.”
    Robbie held his hands up. “Och, lass. No one is trying to order you. You came to us, remember?”
    “Aye,” she said, her gaze never leaving Logan’s. “And I’m going with you.”
    Logan’s hands settled on his hips as he continued to meet her stare. No way would he allow her to go. She needed rest and food to keep herself healthy and whole. “Give me one good reason why we should take you with us. I see you as a detriment to our mission. You’ll be slow, and we’ll have to cater to your needs.” He wouldn’t be able to handle it if she were hurt on their travels. As strong as he guessed she was, he could see she wasn’t at her best. He didn’t want her to risk her life. They could—and would—find Caralyn’s bairns on their own.
    Gwyneth moved her face a few inches closer to Logan’s—the threat obvious, and strangely enticing. “I won’t be slow, and you won’t have to cater to my needs.”
    Returning her stare, Logan said to Robbie, “Hmmph. Did you hear a reason for us to take her, Grant? Because I surely did not.” Could Grant not see she would be at risk herself if she joined them? Or was he too desperate to help Caralyn to judge the situation impartially?
    Gwyneth crossed her arms in front of her. “Because the lassies know me. They’ll never go with you. And I don’t think any of you wish to deal with a two-year-old’s rags once you find them.”
    Logan had cared for his niece and nephew through rags and vomit. He had forced himself to remain strong because his brother had needed him. The memories of how ill they had been were painful to him. He didn’t need them fresh in his head during this mission.
    Stepping back, Logan peered at Tomas and Robbie for a long moment, a frown on his face. Then he finally dropped his hands from his hips and stalked away. “Guess she goes with us. Saddle up and let’s move.”
    From behind him, he heard Robbie say, “Let’s go before sundown.” With that, Gwyneth traipsed in front of him and jumped onto his horse before he had the chance.
    Logan growled, “Lass, find your own horse.”
    “I did.” She smiled and took off down the path.
    Turning to his friends, who were both holding back smiles, Logan mounted Tomas’s horse in a flash and headed down the path after her. God’s teeth, but this woman was going to give him a worthy ride. He loved the fire in her. Watching her bum in breeks bounce on his saddle was worth every moment of aggravation. Hell, he would have to have this lass someday.
    When he was close enough, he grabbed the reins, winked at Gwyneth and said, “You better hang on.” With that, he whistled, and his horse came to a screeching halt. Gwyneth almost flew off the front, though she somehow managed to hang on.
    Gwyneth yelled. “Och, stop! I’ll get off. Have your foolish horse.”
    Hellfire, he smiled again. She’d held on. He tossed his reins over a nearby branch and hopped off Tomas’s horse. When was the last time he had seen a lass handle Paz the way she just had? A horsewoman and an archer—he definitely would have to get to know