Her Enemy Highlander. Nicole Locke

towards the horse. It was a small victory to reach it, but an even greater one as she guided it towards a small boulder she could step upon.

      Caird was watching her, but she wouldn’t beg him for help. As she pulled herself up, she adjusted herself until seated.

      Gratefully, the animal stood still but without a saddle or reins, she didn’t know how to make it move.

      Irritatingly, the increasing breeze lifted and tangled stray strands of her hair, which stung her eyes. She impatiently pushed them back and gave Caird a scathing look, but his eyes only watched her errant hair.

      Exasperated, she retorted, ‘Why not just leave me here?’

      ‘Tempting,’ he said, his narrow gaze returning to hers. He seemed angrier than before. ‘But while Malcolm knows what we carry, I’ll not have my cousins involved.’