Some Like It Wild Read Online Free PDF Page B

let a wee bit of baggage like her tie me up…”
    “Don’t be ridiculous,” Pamela said primly. “She’s going to hold the pistol. I’m going to tie you up.”
    Her movements brisk and efficient, Pamela accepted the rope from Sophie’s hands and surrendered the delicate pistol into her sister’s keeping.
    Connor snorted. “The lass can’t weigh much over five stone soaking wet. I doubt she has the strength to pull the trigger.”
    “Not a chance I’d want to take,” Pamela replied, disappearing behind him, rope in hand. “Unless you’re a gambling man, that is. Sophie has always had the twitchy temperament of a cat. I wouldn’t make any sudden movements if I were you.”
    “If you really wanted to put the fear of God in me, why didn’t you just give her a parasol?” Connor muttered as Pamela captured both of his wrists in her small but sturdy hands and began to wrap the length of rope around them.
    After securing her knot with a tidy jerk, she retrieved the elegant little pistol from her sister and pressed it against his ribs. She gave him a slight shove, urging his feet into motion. But after only a few steps, she was the first to falter.
    She bit her bottom lip and peered down the darkened road. Apparently, now that she had him, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with him. Connor had several suggestions, any one of which would probably earn him a well-deserved pistol clout to the back of the head.
    As the wind rose, sighing mournfully through the branches of the pines and bringing with it the unmistakable scent of rain, she was finally forced to turn to him, her reluctance visible. “It’s only a matter of time before the coachman returns and brings the authorities with him. Is there somewhere nearby we could go to pass the night? Some sort of cottage or shelter?”
    Connor ducked his head to hide his smile behind a curtain of hair, hardly able to believe his good fortune. Perhaps fate wasn’t such a heartless witch after all.
    “I might know of such a place. But you’ll need to fetch all your things. I’ve a horse waitin’ in the trees over there big enough to carry you and your sister.”
    “What about you?” she asked.
    “It’s not far. I can walk.”
    “Walk? Or run ?” She narrowed her eyes at him, struggling to look menacing. “I should hate to have to shoot you in the back, you know.”
    “Why would I want to run? Now that you’ve got me all trussed up, I’m hopin’ the two of you will decide to have your way with me.”
    Her blush gave him a wicked thrill of satisfaction. “I think not,” she said lightly. “As I told my sister, I’ve heard you Highlanders prefer your females to be more docile.”
    He leaned down, bringing his lips dangerously close to her ear before whispering, “You heard wrong.”
     
    Apparently, not far was Scottish for “we might arrive by dawn if we don’t perish from the cold first” with big horse being synonymous with “shaggy monster the size of a small dragon.” Pamela wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if the massive ebony beast lumbering beneath her and Sophie had sprouted wings and began to breathe jets of fire from his flared nostrils. Although the creature seemed perfectly content to plod along at a demure pace, Pamela feared he was just biding his time, patiently waiting for his master’s signal to buck both she and her sister over the nearest cliff.
    An exhausted Sophie had already dozed off against Pamela’s back and was snoring in her ear. Fortunately, the horse was also large enough to bear the two modest trunks they’d rescued from the coach. Trunks that contained the remainder of their earthly belongings. Securing the trunks to the horse’s broad flanks had been no easy feat without the brawny Highlander’s help, but they’d finally managed it.
    Celebrated actor John Kemble might be able to afford to bring real horses and even the occasional elephant on stage over at the Royal Opera House, but Pamela’s previous