Cherished by A Highlander (Highland Revenge Trilogy #1) Read Online Donna Fletcher

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Historical Fiction, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Highland Revenge Trilogy Series by Donna Fletcher
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 92771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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“Tell me more about Brother Emmett and what you taught him,” Quint said to ease her thoughts away from the nightmare.

Shade smiled softly and it lit her heart as she spoke about the wonderful memories of the times she spent with Brother Emmett. With the nightmare fading and pleasant memories filling her, sleep easily crept over her and she was soon asleep.

Until Quint was certain Shade slept soundly, he remained in bed with her. Sleep, however, had a different idea.

Shade stretched herself awake like she usually did each morning, and her eyes flew open when her hand grazed something. She gasped when she saw that she had slept in Quint’s arms and that her hand had grazed his face.

He stared at her, the look of surprise on his face mirrored her own.

“I meant to leave your bed once I was sure you slept soundly, but sleep got hold of me before I had the chance.”

The thought of leaving his arms did not even cross her mind. She was far too comfortable there. “I am grateful for your help with my nightmare.”

“Nightmares can be terrifying since they feel so real.”

“You’ve had nightmares yourself.”

“Aye, some leaving me with no desire to return to sleep,” he said, pushing the memories of such nightmares away.

She shared her grandmother’s advice on nightmares. “My grandmother was a wise healer, and she insisted that nightmares had to be spoken, not hidden away where they could linger and resurface, but rather spoken aloud, shared with family or a trusted friend, so they could be banished never to disturb us again. I would gladly listen to your nightmares if you ever wished to talk about them.”

A smile tempted at the corners of his mouth, and she had never seen the blue of his eyes so remarkably serene, but it was his response that took her by surprise.

“Does your offer make us friends, Shade?”

She could throw his question back at him to find out how he felt, but she did not feel the need. She knew how she felt and had no problem admitting it. “Aye, it makes us friends, unless you don’t⁠—”

He interrupted her quickly. “I would cherish a friendship with you. You are a good woman.”

“I can be stubborn,” she said, grinning.

“Most women are stubborn,” he said, and the blue of his eyes deepened in color. “But you’re not most women, Shade. You are unique.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. No man had ever offered her a compliment except her da. He had always praised and encouraged her, and she missed hearing his loving words. So, hearing Quint say she was unique touched her heart.

She found her voice and said, “That is generous of you to say.”

“It’s not generous, it is the simple truth,” he said and ran his thumb faintly across her lips.

Her breath caught briefly, and her body felt as if it awakened after a long sleep, eager to experience all that life offered.

“We can be more than friends, Shade,” he offered, “while I am here.”

Her heart had soared with his first few words but plunged when his offer was only for a short time. She felt something for him though she was unable to understand it, and she preferred to explore it before plunging into something she might regret.

She moved out of his arms to sit up. “I will give it thought.”

He sat up beside her, slipping his arm around her waist to squeeze it slightly. “Don’t give it too much thought or I will be gone before you know it. I enjoyed having you in my arms last night and I would enjoy doing more with you than only sleeping in your bed.”

She was glad he moved away from her. She found it difficult to think wisely when he was near. There was far too much she favored about him and far too much that warned her away. She was uncertain as to what to do. There were consequences that would come with her decision, and she had to decide wisely.

Her glance strayed to him. He snatched up the bucket of water by the hearth and placed it on the table, then scooped up a handful of water to wash his face. He did that a few times, then ran his wet hands through his hair several times.

He grabbed the bucket’s rope handle and walked to the door. “I will return shortly with fresh water for you.”

He never glanced back at her. She hurried out of bed. She needed time to think, and she thought best, and she believed more wisely, when she was busy.

Quint emptied the bucket and dropped it by the rain barrel to fill after he saw to his morning needs. Though this morning he woke with more of a specific aching need, not a random one. His need to couple with Shade was growing stronger. It disturbed him at times since he never thought he would want another woman again the way he had wanted Amara.


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