Chapter 48

As the light dimmed, Isobel stepped lightly over the forest floor with Gair behind her. They had a buck strung up in a tree to bleed out and several snares set for the evening. They would return with meat enough for a feast!

Giar hadn’t seemed upset when it was her shot that made the kills rather than his. When she’d seen men hunt before it had always seemed a competition, but it was not like that with Gair. He cheered her on rather than competing with her. She had killed a small hare for their dinner, Gair had skinned and cleaned it, then they had spent the evening by the fire cooking and eating. She had never before enjoyed someone's company so much! Man nor woman.

She was so happy that she wanted to kiss him. It suddenly occurred to her that she could.

So she did.

Spinning around she went up on tiptoe and touched her lips softly to his. A quick intake of breath was the only indication that she had surprised him. She lifted her lips from his and glanced into his eyes. He didn’t m