He picked up a rock and
hurled it through the air. He cursed her name again, then laughed out loud. He
really had underestimated her. Rather than anger, a sudden surge of
desire swept through him. She was a remarkable woman, and if nothing else,
Lucas would enjoy a good chase. If she thought that taking his clothes and horse
would keep him from going after her, she was sorely mistaken. All he had to do
now was find her before Black Sparrow got to her.
There would be
hell to pay when he caught up with her. He smiled. He could think of a dozen
ways he would make the little spitfire pay for running off on him. All of them
ended with her wrapped in his arms, soft and compliant.
The sound of an arrow
whirring through the air was followed quickly by a loud thud. Lucas stopped in
his tracks. His head turned in time to see the shaft of an arrow lodge deeply
in the trunk of a tree not five feet from him. He swore loudly. Before he had
time to react, six warriors darted from the bushes and surrounded him. Each one
of them pointed strung arrows at his chest. Damn! Thinking about that
infuriating woman had made him careless again.
One man stepped forward, and laughed heartily. The
other warriors quickly joined in. Lucas clenched his jaw. Black Sparrow.
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