Perfect Strangers
“"Should I ask what transpired between ye last night when ye both left camp? Or do I already ken the answer?" Gabrielle's attention had been focused on the craggy ground that passed beneath her mare's hooves. At Ella's words, her gaze lifted, shifting forward, past the swaying backs of the two prisoners tied securely into the saddles of the pair of mounts positioned in front of her and Ella and behind Connor. The bits of both captives' horses had been tethered to Connor's saddle with a thick length of roughly hewn rope.
Connor's back was straight and proud, his attention focused determinedly forward. The ends of his hair brushed the broad shelf of his shoulder with each jostling stride of his horse. If he'd glanced back at her, as Ella seemed to think he had, there was no sign.
Shifting her attention, Gabrielle frowned at the girl. Perhaps she had meant one of the other men? "What are you talking about? Who is looking at me?" "Connor," Ella answered promptly and honestly. A sly grin tu...gged at her mouth.MoreLess
Connor's back was straight and proud, his attention focused determinedly forward. The ends of his hair brushed the broad shelf of his shoulder with each jostling stride of his horse. If he'd glanced back at her, as Ella seemed to think he had, there was no sign.
Shifting her attention, Gabrielle frowned at the girl. Perhaps she had meant one of the other men? "What are you talking about? Who is looking at me?" "Connor," Ella answered promptly and honestly. A sly grin tu...gged at her mouth.MoreLess
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