understand yer meaning, lass.” He clasped her hand and wrapped it about his arm before leading her toward the church. “But tell me about it.”
“In my time, there are things called movies. If they were making a movie here, it would be an historical film. You know what actors on a stage do, right? Well, think about what they do on stage, but their actions and words are captured in a way to view at a later time or place. That’s what a movie is.” Kenzie laughed at Ben’s blank stare. “Oh my gosh, I can see you have no idea what I just said, explaining what a movie is, is extremely hard.”
He smiled. “I think this movie that ye talk of will have to remain one of life’s mysteries.”
The thought of mysteries reminded Kenzie of Ben’s demise in only a few months. She bit her lip, hating the fact that she held such knowledge. Gwen was right, sometimes things were best left to fate. “You asked me after our attack if I had any enemies, but I want to discuss further if you do. Have you had a chance to think over who may have wanted you dead.”
“I have enemies.” he stated matter of factly. “Aye, lass, too many to count, but to attack me in the way in which those men did was foolhardy. They were not an organized, well-trained army, but men desperate for coin. We have not yet heard back from the McDonnels, but I dinna believe the men to be of that clan. I have sent out word to the few clans I trust to let me know should they hear of anyone who wishes me or mine harm. Whoever my current enemy is, I shall know it soon enough.”
“So, you don’t know of anyone who wishes you harm? There must be someone or those men wouldn’t have said what they did.”
Ben pulled her to a stop, turning Kenzie to look at him. She had to tilt her neck to meet his gaze. His lack of care in finding out who wanted him dead wasn’t helpful. Since he’d returned to health, and their conversations had increased, Kenzie liked him a little more each day, and hated the thought of his impending demise.
“Since none of the men who attacked us will be returning to their hired foe, I foresee no immediate danger. I will continue to kill anyone who wishes me harm until my foe comes to finish the job himself. I just hope it is a worthy battle.”
“Are you not scared of dying? I’m terrified of it.” Just the thought of a sword cutting in her two was enough to send Kenzie into a cold sweat. And after the ferocious, blood-thirsty bastards who had come after them the other day, it had proven to her that this time was dangerous, fierce, and for the most part, lawless.
They walked on, and she ignored the visceral reaction that occurred whenever he pulled her close or touched her in some small way. “Death is a part of life and we all shall meet that fate. I have no fear of what is to come. I assume it will be something like sleep, but permanent.” He grinned.
Kenzie chuckled at the use of his words. “I imagine you’re right, which, when you state it as such, isn’t so scary at all. We sleep every night and are not afraid of that.”
“Do ye sleep at night when ye go to bed? If ye state ye do, it shall ruin the fantasy I have of ye when ye go to your room.”
Kenzie smacked his arm, laughing. “Do not start flirting with me, Laird Ross. You’ll get nowhere fast.”
“Really.” It wasn’t a question, and Kenzie ignored the fact that he was staring at her. “I beg to differ,” he said, after a time.
Wow. Wow. Wow. “I’m not attracted to you in that way, and I’m only starting to like you. Do not push our friendship.” Liar.
Many nights she’d lain awake, wanting him with a fierceness that was maddening. It was the oddest thing, since she didn’t really know the man, but then, for women in her time, it wasn’t so out of the ordinary to act upon desire. The thought of his hands caressing her skin, clasping her hips, or holding her face in his palms as he kissed her, drove her mad. Kenzie had finally accepted that she wanted him. Wanted to sample his fine body before she went home.
“I would lay