For that’s exactly what she’d done…saved their bloody lives!With one shot!
His laughter at last subsiding, he lifted her chin with the crook of his finger so that she stared up at him now, thankfully no longer so pale but looking more than a little amazed herself. She wasn’t giggling anymore, either, both of them gazing at each other as Walker raised his voice so she could hear him.
“That wasn’t luck, was it?”
She shook her head, and smiled up at him somewhat self-consciously. It looked like she wanted to tell him something—damn, he’d be so grateful once they were free for a few hours from the noisy clatter of the road!
He bent down close to her ear, curiosity overcoming him. “Who taught you to shoot so well?”
She shrugged as if it were a simple thing, what she’d just done, and moved her soft lips to his ear. “Donovan. After my sisters and I were abducted…well, he insisted that we learn how to protect ourselves. Pistols…a knife. A blow to the nose and a kick to the groin if anyone ever tried to grab us again—”
“God help me.” Walker shook his head, as incredulous as before though he planned one day to thank Lord Donovan. “Remind me never to touch you without your permission, agreed?”
She giggled again. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, her hands drifting up to cradle his face. At her sweet touch he couldn’t help himself and lowered his head, though he stopped a hair’s breadth from her mouth.
“May I kiss you, Miss Easton?”
A sudden bump in the road brought their lips together before she could answer, Walker groaning to himself that Gretna Green could not come fast enough!
