Ransom

Chapter Thirty-One

The first golden streaks of dawn were bursting onto the horizon when Brodick nudged Gillian awake. She had slept in his arms, though she had no memory of being moved during the night, and she was so sleepy she didn't want to cooperate. Snuggling under the blanket, she groaned, "Not yet," and went back to sleep.

Bridgid had also been moved to a plaid blanket closer to the fire. Another plaid covered her, and when Ramsey squatted down next to her and saw how peaceful she was, he regretted having to wake her. She really was lovely, he thought, noticing for the first time how long her eyelashes were and how pure her complexion was. Her lips were full, rosy, and without a thought as to what he was doing, he brushed his thumb across her lower lip.

She batted his hand away as though he were a pest and grumbled something in her sleep he couldn't quite make out, but he was sure he heard the word "stupid."

"Open your eyes, Bridgid. It's time to get going."

She didn't wake up happy. "Do leave me alone," she mumbled.

Brodick stood over Gillian, wondering why the hell she wouldn't obey him, and once again ordered her to get up.

"Maybe we ought to throw them in the creek," Ramsey suggested. "That will wake them up."

Bridgid took the threat to heart and sat up. Shocked to find Ramsey so close to her, she leaned back on her elbows to put some distance between them. She knew she looked a sight. Her hair hung down over her eyes, and she squinted up at him, wondering how he could look so incredibly… perfect… at this ungodly hour of the morning.

Brodick pulled Gillian to her feet but didn't let go of her until he was certain she could walk. Her leg stung with each movement, but she suffered in silence, knowing that if she gave a single complaint, she'd hear another blistering lecture about her reckless behavior.

"Are you still angry with me, Brodick?"

"Yes."

"Good," she whispered, "because I'm furious with you."

Head held high, her attitude haughty, she took a step toward the creek, but her leg wouldn't support her. She would have fallen on her face if Brodick hadn't grabbed her.

"You can't walk, can you?"

"Of course I can," she replied, her voice as surly as his had been when he'd posed the question. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go wash."

Brodick watched her limp away to make certain he wasn't going to have to catch her again. Ramsey had given Bridgid a gentle shove to get her moving in the direction of the creek, and Brodick relaxed his guard when she assisted Gillian.

The women took their time. Gillian redressed her bandage, grimacing when she saw how bruised her thigh was. The wound wasn't bad at all, though, and was already closing. Walking got rid of the stiffness, and by the time she and Bridgid returned to camp, they were both in much better spirits. Gillian wasn't limping much.

They set out for Ramsey's home right away. Gillian insisted she ride her own horse, and Brodick reluctantly agreed. Before long they reached the meadow and rode down the northern slope. To the west a fair distance away were the cliffs she and Brodick had ridden down the day they were married, and she remembered the foolish, carefree banter and the joy she had felt. Lord, it seemed an eternity had passed since then.

Her mind continued to wander as they crossed the meadow and neared the gate to Ramsey's holding. They were riding next to the wall when Gillian glanced up. A soldier suddenly appeared on the catwalk above. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart began to pound. Pulling on the reins, she forced the horse to stop and shouted, "Brodick."

The man saw her and stepped back out of sight.

Brodick and Ramsey immediately turned back. "What's wrong?" Brodick demanded.

"Why did you stop?" Ramsey asked.

"Did you see the man up there on the catwalk? Did you see him, Ramsey?"

Brodick answered. "I saw him. It was Gideon. He's probably on his way to the gates now to meet Ramsey. You met him on the day we arrived. Don't you remember?"

She was frantically shaking her head. "No, Brodick, I didn't meet him."

"Yes, you did," Ramsey insisted.

"No, I didn't," she cried out. "But I've seen him before. He's the man who betrayed you."