Binding Vows

She stopped again. This time he didn't stop in time and fell into her.

Hands at her sides, her chest thrust up next to his, she gritted the words between her teeth. "A lady isn't safe around you, either."

"Now, Tara." He tried pleading with her.

"Oh don't you even, 'now, Tara' me." She stepped to the side and started off in a different direction. Walking in circles.

He let her walk for several minutes before attempting to talk to her again. "I would be happy to escort you on a walk. But we need to get you more properly dressed." He knew the effect watching her walk was having on him. He could only imagine what his men must have thought when she had stormed the courtyard in her shorts.

"You're a bastard, you know that MacCoinnich?"

He wanted to counter what she said but cautioned himself against it. "Still, we need you in more fitting clothes. If someone were to come along, questions would be raised which would be most difficult to answer."

"You should have thought of that before you brought me here." She waved a hand in his general direction. "Right now I don't give a crap what questions you might have to answer."

"I told you how necessary it is for secrecy." He turned to the Keep and noticed some of the men watching to see what would happen. He needed to put a stop to this and soon.

"Bite me."

A completely inappropriate image of him doing exactly that popped in his head. A slow lazy smile inched over his lips.

Unfortunately for him, Tara read his thoughts. She didn't find them nearly as entertaining as he did. "You ass..." She raised her hand to slap his face.