“I’ve seen no such treasure on MacLeod lands. Whate’er was there, for certs is long gone by now. I’ve no interest in a wild chase.”
“Please, Errol. Do ye really believe whoe’er took the time to put this map together and went to such lengths to hide the items left themwhere they would be found easily?” She shook her head. “They wouldnae. Ye can have whate’er proves to be MacLeod treasure and I’ll keep the Hart treasure.”
“Yer brothers and da will have my head.”
“They willnae find out.”
“How do ye propose to keep it from them?”
She shrugged. “I havenae decided.” Then she got an idea. “If I say I am having an extended visit with Anna, there will be no question.”
He shook his head. “’Twill no’ work. Ye need to return home.”
“Please.” One word. Moira realized she was begging at this point.
He closed his eyes as if he were in pain.
When he opened them, he pierced her with a glare.
“Fine. I will help, but I want sixty percent of the finding.”
She wanted to jump up and cheer with his agreement to help her, but she remained calm. And in no way was she giving him sixty percent.
“Forty.”
“Fifty,” he countered.
She sighed. “Agreed,” she said begrudgingly.
“Return home and figure out yer visit.” He paused. “Ye rode here alone?”
“Of course.”
He grumbled a few words about disobedient women and shook his head. “I will escort ye off MacLeod lands and through Mackenzie lands to ensure yer safety. Once ye are on Hart lands, I will return home.”
She worried her bottom lip. “Ye dinnae need to do that. I got here just fine.”
He raised a brow in question. “And what of the Mackenzie that was verra close to attacking ye?”
Och. Errol was right, of course.
“Just until I get to the Hart border.”
As they mounted their horses and rode side by side in silence,Moira couldn’t help but smile. She’d wanted to track Errol down and convince him to help her. She’d convinced him, but he found her first.
She slid her gaze over to him. His back was straight, eyes scanning the surrounding trees for danger. She kenned his ears were listening for the slightest noise that would alert him that something was amiss.
His rugged handsomeness kept her attention.
He must have felt the heat of her gaze, and he shifted his eyes to her. She quickly looked away.
“Thank ye for agreeing.”
He harrumphed but didn’t say anything. Just prodded his horse to a trot.
They remained quiet on the journey to Hart lands and when they arrived, he made a hasty retreat, heading back to his own keep.
Moira sat atop her horse watching until he disappeared through the thick trees.
