Chapter 58

Looking up at the underside of his wife as she scaled the stone wall, Gair shook his head. It really was a good thing most lasses didn’t wear trews. Or climb into castles. Even now, with all the moment's danger, tension, and urgency, his body was reacting to the sight of her legs and bottom.

How the devil could she climb that tower? He had not even been able to do it when he was a boy, but his wife was moving swiftly and without even a pause. It was as though she had done it many times already and knew precisely where to place each hand and foot. Gair scowled at that thought.

Perhaps she had.

In fact, the more he thought about it the more likely he realized it was. She wouldn’t have suggested this room with the hope of helping Ellie escape without knowing for certain she could get the lass out. She had used the word ‘if’ when telling him of the plan, but she would have been certain. Izzy did a lot of risky things for a lass, but she was not reckless. She did very little without kno