She teetered and collapsed against him.
He shook her. Even with gentle slaps to her cheeks, she
didn’t respond.
For all the saints, what was he to do with her now? He
lifted her and carried her to the water’s edge. She weighed naught and was easy
to carry.
Patrick placed her into the currach he’d left on the
beach. She didn’t stir, and a knot of alarm twisted in his stomach. He climbed
in behind her and sat. The small boat, made of skins and wicker, pitched. He
carefully settled himself and pulled the lass onto his lap—to balance the boat,
not for any other reason.
Paddle in hand, he rowed toward the opposite shore.
He frowned at the limp woman. Women didn’t swoon in his
presence. There must be something wrong with the lass. At least her chest rose
and fell with her breath. He hadn’t scared her to death.
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Here's where I'll be this week:
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6/27 Melissa Limoges's Blog
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Nice snippet and such a fun story! Wouldn’t it be lovely to be a heroine who “weighs naught” and is easy to carry? :) Looking forward to more peeks.
ReplyDeleteHi, Delynn. It's been a very long time since I weighed naught. LOL! Thanks for stopping by for a peek.
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