She needed to eat something besides berries, but there was no time to hunt. He prayed they were not followed. “If we ride hard,” he told them all, stepping out from behind the tree, “we can reach Ayrshire in a few hours.”
“Ride hard?” The lass turned to him, her eyes round with dread.
“Are ye sore?” he asked her, noting her hand slipping behind her to give her upper thighs a rub.
“I will be fine.” She offered him a quick smile then turned away.
Rob stared after her for another moment, cursing the effect her most casual smile had on him.
About the Friday 56
- Grab the book nearest you. Right now
- Turn to page 56.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
- Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
- Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
Now its your turn! Grab a book and post your 56. If you don’t have a blog, just post yours in the comments.
(I saw the Friday 56 over at Shiloh Walker’s blog. Be sure to visit and read her 56.)