Page 13 of My Brave Highlander

"As do you. Do you have extra food?" she asked Dirk.

"Aye."

She slid the dagger back into its sheath in the pouch hanging from her belt. Clinging to each other, she and Beitris moved forward, their feet slipping on the wet snow.

"I'll get the horses," George said.

Dirk nodded and offered Isobel his arm. Thankful her good hand was nearest him, she grabbed onto his substantial elbow. Even through the layers of clothing, the hard, flexing muscles of his arm were obvious.

Her feet slipped again.

"Have a care," he murmured, steadying her.

"Aye."

Beitris, clung to her other elbow, jerking this way and that, her leather slippers apparently even slicker than Isobel's.

"I bet your feet are near frozen," Dirk said.

"Very nearly so." She wondered at his concern. Certainly most men did not give her feet a second thought.

"When did you last eat?" he asked.

"A few hours ago, but I'm not famished." The mere thought of food prompted her stomach to growl loudly, negating her words. 'Twas true though that she wouldn't mind eating.

With a raised brow, he glanced down at her. "You started on a long trek with little food?"

"We ran out." The small loaf of sliced bread Beitris had lifted from the kitchen hadn't lasted as long as they'd hoped.

"And when did you start on this journey from Munrick?"

"Last night."

He nodded. "I have some food in my pack."

Once George and Rebbie led the horses forward—two large beasts more resembling war horses and one smaller Highland pony—Dirk released her and dug into his pack. He handed a bannock to her and one to Beitris.

"I thank you," Isobel said then bit into the flat oatcake. Never had anything tasted so good, like hearty oat flour fried in butter. With a lifted brow, he watched her eat. Ashamed of devouring the food as if she were a starving boar, she slowed down and took dainty bites. Although she didn't know why she should care what he thought of her manners.

Once she'd finished, he handed each of them a second bannock.

"Will that tide you over for a short while until we reach our lodgings?"

She nodded, unsure where their lodgings would be. Perhaps the same ruined hut they'd stayed in last night.

Once their second bannocks were but a memory and their stomachs satisfied, Dirk said, "All right then. Ready to mount up?"

"I suppose." She couldn't get far in her slippers without falling. "And again, I thank you for the food."

"You're welcome. If you're thirsty, you'll have to eat snow until we reach a stream."

"Aye, we've had plenty of snow already."

Dirk approached her and lifted her into the saddle. She was thrown off-kilter for a moment, being lifted so swiftly. She caught hold of the horse's mane and steadied herself.

"Mistress," George said to Beitris. "You can ride my pony if you wish."

"You will receive a bonus for your generosity, George," Rebbie said.