It’s totally awkward for you to use my title at this point. We’re equals, and you should treat me as such.”

Liam’s smile grew wider. He loved to tease her. “Ah, yes, but then, dearie, I’d have to pretend I was as civilized as you and eat with the right fork all the time. What a chore for a savage who likes to eat with his hands.”

Unwittingly, Jessie felt her gaze drawn to Liam’s big hands. He toyed with the brush he’d been using on the horse, and Jessie pictured all the things he could do with his hands. She pictured him lifting food to his sexy mouth, smiling at her as he fed her from his hands as well. She watched as he stroked the horse, shivering a little at the thought of those big hands on her own flesh.

With superhuman effort, Jessie shook her head to clear it. She rolled her eyes so he’d know she was teasing him back. “Then perhaps I should start calling you My Lord. That would even the playing field.”

Liam stilled, his eyes like lasers on her. “No, Lady, that title isn’t for me.” His smile returned to his face, and he grinned at her. “Och, lassie,” he said, exaggerating his Scottish accent, “I’m nay more than a Highlander. Dinna worry yerself wi’ such fanciful thoughts.”

Jessie laughed, shaking her head at him. He always cheered her up.

“Were you wanting to go for a ride?” He’d put the brush down, circling back around his horse to stand before her.

“Yes, I think so. I’ve been...restless this morning.” Jessie blushed, thinking about how hard Liam would laugh if he knew about her kicking the pillow in her bedroom. She blushed harder, thinking about what he’d do if he knew what was in the small bag she carried with her.

“All right.” He looked at her curiously, his lips twitching. “I’ll saddle Aphrodite.” He turned away, walking over to the stall next to the one his horse, Tin Man, occupied. Aphrodite nickered softly, recognizing the big man as he entered her stall. She nosed around him, no doubt looking for treats, and Liam stroked her velvety nose.

Lucky horse, Jessie grumbled to herself. She cheered considerably when Liam led Aphrodite out of her stall, holding her still for Jessie to mount. Jessie had one foot in the stirrup and was about to hoist herself over the mare’s back when she felt Liam’s hands on her hips. He was pressed close behind her, so close she could feel his warmth against her back, and his big hands almost spanned her waist. He picked her up like she weighed nothing, holding her while she settled herself into her saddle.

“Thank you, Liam.” Jessie’s voice sounded breathless, even to her.

“My pleasure, My Lady. What time should I be expecting you back?” His eyes had gone dark, like a stormy sky.

“I’ll be two hours at the most. I have my cell, so call if you need me.” Jessie smiled, touching her heels to the mare’s flanks. Aphrodite was off like a shot, settling into an easy canter as Jessie leaned low over her neck, giving her her head and loosening her grip on the reins. The sweet wind streamed through Jessie’s long hair, whipping it back, and she turned her face to the warmth of the sun. Aphrodite knew where they were going. They went often, and Jessie let her find her way as she reveled in the exhilaration of the ride.

 

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Liam watched Jessie ride off, and his easy smile drained from his face.