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rolling to look out of the tiny boarded-up window. “Still dark,” he
said. “And what was that about my elbows? You’re not terribly plump yourself.”
    “You jabbed me in the ribs you right bastard.”
Lynne punched him again, a little harder this time.
    “Well then I suppose we could make different
arrangements. I’m sure a place as fine as the Lion’s Mane has any number of
grand accommodations available for-”
    “Oh shut up, you,” Lynne said, quieting him with a
snuck kiss. “I didn’t say I minded so much, just that I don’t enjoy to be woke
up of a morning with your pointy little elbow in my side.”
    Laughing softly, John slid his hand underneath
Lynne as she lay on her side, and yanked her up on top of him. Her legs fell
gently on either side and she kissed him once on the chest, and then nuzzled
his neck.
    “I canna believe I’ve barely known you a week and
a half, milady,” John said as he looked down at the top of Lynne’s tousled
hair. “Seems just three or four days ago that you suckered me into an empty
house and almost got me killed before having my best friend arrested.”
    “Seems so,” she said. “I’m sorry about that, and
I’ll stay that way until the day I die.”
    “Ach, woman, if I wanted to blame you, I could
have killed you back then.”
    “Oh you coulda? I seem to remember it a mite
differently. Way I remember was that you and Gavin were both quite at my mercy
because the two of you bumbled into a house you didn’t bother to clear first
before settling in to steal everything what wasn’t nailed down.”
    John couldn’t help but chuckle. “So that’s what happened. I knew there was something amiss with my memory. It all worked
out though, aye? Gavin and Kenna off on a grand adventure to Fort Mary, the two
of us inseparable and in love, two shortbreads in a tin.”
    “Who’re you calling short?” She couldn’t help but
smile. It was true what he said, though. Ever since that first night she saw
John, his dashing grin, and gentle eyes intoxicated her. It all came together
so quickly that it was a little surprising, but for the first time in her life,
Lynne Stevenson looked forward to waking up.
    “Ach, well, you are shorter than I am,” he
said and slid his hand underneath the soft cotton of Lynne’s sleeping tunic.
Her skin prickled as his fingertips danced a little circle on the small of her
back and she let her breathing fall in time with his. She drew a deep breath,
held it for a moment and then let it trickle out of her lips.
    “How do you do these things to me, John?” She
whispered. “I’m usually rather a grouch in the morning.”
    A soft knock on the door interrupted John’s
response, so instead he just kissed Lynne’s forehead and asked who was
knocking.
    “Rodrigo,” was the answer from the proud Spaniard
who managed to best John in a knife fight – no easy feat – and then helped
John, Lynne and the others not only escape from the dungeon where Gavin was
held, but also to nab the awful Sheriff Alan.
    “What is it? Don’t get me wrong, it’s good to hear
from you, but I’m half nude and the sun hasn’t come up yet.”
    “Get dressed,” he said. “Things to do.”
    “Ach, not one to mince words, are you?” John
struggled to roll a softly chuckling Lynne off him and stand up. Once he
managed, he pulled on his trousers and went to the door.
    “What is it, friend? Something wrong?”
    “No. Well, in a way. Can I come in?”
    “Of course!” Lynne said from across the room,
pulling a blanket around her shoulders more to ward off the early morning chill
than out of modesty.
    Rodrigo thanked her, and smiled at John as he
pushed the black-haired Scot out of the way.
    “What is it, Rodrigo? Trouble?” John pulled up a
chair and turned it for Rodrigo to sit in, but the big Spaniard remained
standing.
    “It is... my wife’s friend, Olga. She was...she
taught Elena to speak English at Laird Macdonald’s house. Now that he’s lost
face