The Man of Her Dreams
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“I don’t know,” she answered, “but they said Lord Thompson paid them to bring me to him. I think they must have mistaken me for someone else; I don’t even know who Lord Thompson is.”
“You don’t know why the man would want you?” Alastair asked. He glanced down at her, she was a beautiful girl, he had a feeling he already knew why a man would want her.
“Nay,” she said.
“Where are you originally from, Mairi?” Angus asked her, still riding alongside them.
“I don’t know,” she answered again.
“You’re making no sense, lass,” Alastair said to her.
Mairi sighed, not knowing how much she could trust these men. She’d never met a man she could trust before, at least not one she could remember. “It’s a long story,” she said to them, “one I’m not willing to relive today, maybe one day I’ll tell you my tale.”
“I look forward to hearing it,” Alastair said to her, as they continued riding towards their camp.
They weren’t aware of it, but as they rode away, three sets of eyes peered out of the woods, watching them. “Those idjits,” said one of the men, “I told them to grab the lass and hurry back, but they insisted on taking whatever was of value the tinker had on his cart.”
“What do we do now, Donovan?” asked one of the others.
“I’ll ride back and tell my brother what happened and that she’s being taken to some place called Gleann. You two, follow them, and if you get the chance to grab the lass, do it and get out of there,” the man named Donovan answered. “If not, leave word at a tavern near this Gleann on where you’ll be staying, and I’ll find you when I return with more men. Stephen isn’t going to be happy about this.”
“Why’s he want the lass anyway?”
“That’s nothing you need to know, but he’s paid you a lot of coin to find this woman and bring her to him,” answered the man named Donovan. “I wouldn’t worry about the reason.”