by Alisa Adams
“’Tis warm and sunny. Ye dinnae need yer cloak!” Cat said with a grin.
Kaithria looked at her friend and said nothing, only clutched her cloak tighter around herself as she looked up to the hills.
“For one who is always so calm and serene, ye are a vera guarded and fearful woman,” Cat mused.
Kaithria looked at her again, silently. Then she turned to look straight between her horse’s ears, down the road.
Cat shrugged at her mysterious, quiet friend. She tipped her face up to the sun and smiled. Her unusually short blonde curls blew around her face in the breeze as she sat atop her horse, Old Inch. She let go of her horse’s reins and spread her arms wide with happiness as she closed her eyes with her head tipped back.
“’Tis the most beautiful of beautiful days to be alive, is it not?” Cat smiled, her wide, green eyes crinkling merrily at the corners as she tried to get Kaithria to talk. “I feel wonderful!”
“Aye,” Kaithria answered quietly. “I am glad yer sickness has passed, Lady Catriona.”
Kaithria glanced at her friend, whose hair was cut short like a lad. Cat had told Kaithria that the healer had cut it all off when Cat was too sick to stop him.
“Is there truly a need for a chaperone for ye, Lady Catriona?” Kaithria asked calmly. “He is your uncle, not a stranger.”
“Me uncle? Ye mean the great and most handsome Laird Keir Maxwell Gunn, who has been away for most of his life fighting the King’s wars and being a heroic warrior and having every female near him fall at his feet!!” Cat proclaimed. “This is the most time I’ve spent with him in me life. He’s going grey ye know. That last time I saw him his hair was all dark waves. Now, ’tis a little grey at his temples if you look closely.” She grinned. “Though I am sure the ladies think it makes him even more handsome. And there’s that dimple in his chin that they become silly aboot.”
Kaithria looked ahead at the big warrior riding in front of them. His legs were long and muscular in his kilt and tall boots. His chest was quite broad and his arms strong and powerful in his loose linen shirt. She watched as the wind ruffled his dark hair. He chose to wear it shorter than most men and stayed clean-shaven as well. His hair hung to just past his ears and curled over them. Though he liked to be clean-shaven, his strong square jaw always seemed to show a shadow of a beard. And yes, that cleft in his chin was intriguing. He was indeed the most handsome man she had ever seen.
But Kaithria did not trust men.
Any man.
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