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rabbit.
    She slashed out at him. He registered her movement in time to jump back, just barely keeping his hold on her. He grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and used plain, brute strength to force her fingers to drop it.
    He kicked it aside. With an angry sound, she lunged for it, but he yanked her back.
    Her carefully coiffured hair now tumbled down around her shoulders. Her eyes were bright with fury.
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    She attempted to kick out but he whipped her around to hold her firmly.
    “Where did you keep that knife, lass? Do you have other weapons?” He made no apology as he subdued her with one arm while his other hand ran along the contours of her body in a quick search.
    His purpose was the sexless one of survival, and yet he was aware of her womanly curves.Too aware.
    He went hard, a reassurance that she, thankfully, hadn’t gelded him…however, she also felt the movement.
    She drew a sharp breath.
    He could feel the pounding of her heart. Her breasts were tight and full from their struggles. The curve of her buttocks nestled his hardness.
    This was more dangerous than her attack.
    Colster would want the girl back with her virginity intact. Still, it had been a long time since Gordon had felt this strong a need. He had a strong, almost overwhelming urge to bury himself to the hilt inside Constance Cameron. The sooner he handed her off for someone else to take care of, the better—
    A sharp elbow in his side brought him back to attention.
    In God’s name—The girl had the strength of ten men when she decided to use it. Gordon lost his hold and she took off running—this timetoward the house.
    He cursed his own male nature and ran after her. Once again he caught her handily. She opened her mouth to scream but this time he didn’t waste time on niceties. He pulled a kerchief from Robbie’s coat pocket and stuffed it in her mouth.
    Miss Constance almost gagged, and he didn’t blame her. He heaved her over his shoulder and started walking toward the woods. She tried to buck herself off his shoulder, to free an arm and hit him, but Gordon wasn’t letting go of her again.
    He no longer feared a lover was close at hand to save her. Whoever she’d been running off to meet couldn’t have witnessed him manhandling her and stood by. He either wasn’t there or he was a coward.
    Gordon reached the shelter of the forest, then gave her a good, hard smack on her rear. “Stop it,” he whispered furiously. “You will only make this more difficult for yourself.”
    Her response was to shove her hip at his head. He ended that nonsense by resettling her on his shoulder so her head hung even farther downward.
    As he moved in the direction of the horses, Thomas and Robbie fell in by his side.
    Thomas’s eyes glittered with savage amusement. “Enjoying yourself?” he said.
    Gordon dumped Miss Constance into the giant’s arms. “You carry her,” he ordered. “Did you see her attempt to gut me?” He should have known. They probably had a good laugh at his expense.
    “With that wee knife?” Thomas asked. “Aye, we watched a good bit of it. We would have helped but you appeared to be having a good time.” Miss Constance was finding it harder to free herself from the Page 21

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    giant. Thomas’s arms were longer and he proudly used his superior height and strength. “You are out of practice with the ladies, Gordon. If you are having trouble with a wee lass—”
    His words were cut short as Miss Constance freed her hand and smacked his chin with the heel of it.
    Caught by surprise, Thomas dropped her. “Hellion,” he hissed. He never could take a blow to the face.
    She landed on her feet like a cat and would have been off if she hadn’t taken a moment to pull Robbie’s kerchief from her mouth. She made a face. “That is the nastiest thing—” She