I have recently discovered this invention called a Fit-Bit. Now there is more
than one type on the market but I was drawn in by the catchy theme songβ¦Go you
chicken fatβ¦go!
Diabolical I tell you. It keeps track of my steps each day. Now it sounds
innocent and maybe the true problem lays in my competitive spirit. Which is sort
of like an inner Warrior Princess. But I find myself checking my groups for the
leadership boardβ¦Am I ranking? No? Iβm sure this means I need to run around the
block.
Okayβ¦so I am silly but I am really enjoying my little fitness challenge. In
fact, Iβve discovered that those impromptu block journeys really freshen up my
imagination. Itβs the beginning of the end of summerβ¦so get out there before the
chill shows up. Here is a picture of me out with my parrot Ginger. I ride my
bike to the park and she comes along in her Pack-o-bird. Itβs the green thing
behind my right shoulder. My bike is actually a recumbrant trike.
. Its book four in the
and the last one contracted. I hope you enjoy it, I know
Iβve been egger to write Sear and Nareenβs story since they collided in
. Cheers!
He reached out and stroked her cheek. ββTis a sad thing to see how
hard yer feelings are. But there is naught more to fear, sheβll nae have the
opportunity to inflict such ills again.β
Nareen jerked away from the contact. She even took a swipe at his hand, but he
moved faster, withdrawing in time to avoid being struck. Someone chuckled from
where his men clustered near the fires, but Saer was watching her from narrowed
eyes.
βI am nae afraid of anything,β she assured him.
βIs that so?β Saer inquired in a silky-smooth tone.
Nareen nodded. Satisfaction began to fill her, but it was cut short as he
reached out and stroked her face again. She jumped, completely unable to control
her reaction.
βYe are making sport of me in front of yer men, like a savage.β
His eyes glittered, but it wasnβt with the outrage Nareen had intended to
provoke. Instead, there was an unmistakable pleased looked in those dark orbs.
βI am a savage, Nareen.β He stepped forward, placing himself within touching
range again. βI do nae let words stand alone. If ye truly have no interest in
me, there is no reason to avoid me touch. Stand steady and prove ye are nae
moved. I have no taste for a frigid woman.β
She laughed at him but stepped back again. βThen it seems we have a common
ground, for I crave no manβs touch.β
His lips thinned. βNow that is something ye shall have to prove as well.β
βI will nae. Me word should be enough on the matter, if ye truly are me
brotherβs friend.β She didnβt care to hide behind her brotherβs name, but the
circumstances offered her few alternatives.
βAs ye noted, I am a savage, and I always demand proof before I believe.β
This time, she was ready when he reached for her cheek. She stepped aside,
avoiding him. She was just beginning to smile with her victory when he closed
his hand around her wrist. He really was huge. His fingers closed easily around
her smaller wrist, clasping it in an iron grip. She braced herself for pain, but
there was none, only a secure hold that defied her attempt to break it.
βRelease me.β Her voice had risen, and she shut her mouth before revealing any
more of her unsettled state.
βProve ye are unmoved, lass, and I shall be content to accept yer dismissal.β
His tone had deepened, becoming something hypnotic.
βI am irritated.β And remaining still was proving too difficult. She twisted her
hand, trying to break his hold again.
βAye, ye are that.β He lifted her hand to his face and pressed a kiss on the
delicate skin of her inner wrist. She shuddered, the touch intensely intimate.
Sheβd never realized her skin might be so sensitive. The simple touch of his
lips unleashed a bolt of sensation that shook her all the way down to her toes.
His eyes filled with satisfaction.
βBut ye are also affected.β
He released her, and she stumbled back a pace because sheβd been resisting his
hold so greatly. Laughter erupted from his men. Saer stiffened, and he crossed
his arms over his chest.
βWhat?β she said. βAre ye trying to impress me by controlling yerself now that
ye see yer men are enjoying the sport ye are making of me?β
βAye, I am,β he answered darkly. βI am nae the one who chose this setting for
our meeting, Nareen. Ye should nae have refused to see me again at court. That
left me no choice but to chase ye.β
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