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next thought took shape. Melissa was lost in the mountains of Scotland. Her shoes and bag had been left behind on the shore along with her passport and identification. She had no way of knowing if she could contact her sisters. Her vacation had turned into an unexpected adventure in a very remote setting.
    It was unnerving to be held by a man who looked better in a skirt than she did. His muscled legs were warm against her backside. No matter how hard she tried to blot the thoughts from her mind, Melissa wondered what he wore under his Kilt.
    The horse was amazingly smooth for riding at a full gallop and had the beauty and power of a Jaguar. She reached down to pat his powerful neck.
    Yorath responded immediately, he snorted and tossed his head triumphantly.
    Alex groaned.
    She heard him groan and tried not to think about his affections or the kisses that could drive all thoughts from her mind. She was completely lost, and couldn’t figure out the directions their route was taking. They rode up and down hills until she was sure they must be in England by now. They rode past a church and Melissa felt drawn to the lovely Kirk.
    Thunder growled an ominous warning off in the distance. A light misty rain and intermittent sunshine turned the sky into a field of rainbows. The lush, emerald world around her held an ancient magnificence. They crossed an arched stone bridge. Melissa couldn’t help but notice the beautiful river scene and made a mental note to return there to capture the bridge in a painting.
    The view of the Manor house was spectacular from the hill. Built in a meadow, tall peaks graced all sides of the massive structure. It appeared both magical and formidable at the same time. Clearly Victorian in design, it held grandeur from the past and no doubt was as lovely on the inside, as it was impressive from the lawn. She gasped at the enormity of the building. There were over a hundred more warriors camped beside the house.
    Alex finally stopped in front of the house, jumped down and reached up, took her into his arms again. She opened her mouth to say she could walk but he quickly silenced her.
    “Shhh,” he instructed. He didn’t want to talk at all. His mind raged with emotions all warring at once to be heard. He struggled to control his passion for the wee lass. If he had his way, he’d have her in his bed in five minutes, and then realized he really had gone daft because he didn’t think he could wait that long.
    He hadn’t asked, just commanded her silence. Her mouth closed, the anxious retort she had thought about giving him was forgotten as he walked up the stairs with her cradled in his strong arms. They passed two men and Alex gave orders for medicine and hot water.
    He put her down on the edge of the dining room table and ran his hands down her arms to steady her. She was thoroughly inspected from head to toe.
    Melissa blushed profusely when he noticed two buttons on the front of her dress had come undone and the gaping fabric revealed a lacy white slip and an intense amount of cleavage. Melissa tugged the dress back in place. He moved his hands down her legs and she winced when he touched her feet. His warm hands were strong, and yet very gentle.
    “I’m all right.” She argued.
    “Ye’re injured.”
    The two men who stood on the steps when they arrived entered the room and brought the requested hot water and medicine. Alexander began his careful ministrations on her foot.
    They look so much alike and yet very different , she thought as they stood behind Alex. Dressed in saffron shirts, blue and red Kilts, and black riding boots they looked every bit the Highland warriors she had read about in books. Their hands were clasped behind their back and their feet were spread apart in an arrogant stance. It was their height, she noticed, that made them resemble monoliths. They were all over six feet tall and the term lean and mean came to mind. They exuded power with their honed physique and devastating