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blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
    “The best aim. The others have gone hunting and I was chosen to stay behind because my aim is poor. I always undershoot.”
    “Ah. You need to aim for where it’s going to be, not where it is.” Yeah. Great advice. She’d learned that from a sage old man…in a movie. Too bad she couldn’t remember which one.
    His eyes widened. He stared at her. “Aye. Aye. I see what you mean.” His face broke into a grin.
    Well fricking finally. Finally one of them was smiling at her. It was a breakthrough of monumental proportions…until Declan stormed through the trees and glared at Ewan.
    “What are you doing?” he barked.
    Poor Ewan blushed again. “We were just talking.”
    “Don’t talk to her. She’s the enemy.” He glared at her wrists. “How did you get untied?”
    Annoyance prickled her, which was probably why she fluttered her lashes and cooed. “You have to ask your boss.”
    “My what?”
    “Your laird. Apparently he felt I didn’t need to be chained like a dog.”
    “I left Ewan to guard her.” A deep voice, threaded with irritation, rode to her on the skeins of the air. Her head snapped in his direction. Her breath caught at his magnificence as he strode toward her. Good God. She hadn’t imagined anything last night. He was the epitome of the Alpha male. “And I knew we wouldna be gone long.” He turned to her; his features were taught, but there was a glimmer in his eye as he surveyed her. “Did you sleep well?”
    “No.”
    His lips quirked up in a smirk only she could interpret.
    “And I have to widdle.”
    He blinked. “What?”
    “I need to use the ladies room.”
    The men exchanged confused looks.
    She sighed. “I need to take a piss.”
    “Oh.” They all lurched back as though she’d just announced she’d like to have some maggots for breakfast, thank you very much. Then the befuddled looks returned. Apparently none of them had considered the prospect that their prisoner might have the natural human need to evacuate her bladder at some point.
    “I can go in the woods.”
    Dominic’s expression darkened. “Not alone.”
    “I’m not peeing with an audience!”
    “You’re no’ going alone.” He rubbed his lips as he thought. And damn, they were fine lips. “I was going to the loch to wash up after the hunt. I’ll take you with me.”
    The loch? It sounded lovely.
    “I’ll need to tie you up again, of course.”
    And yeah, her mood dropped.
     
    He did. He did tie her up, although it was a loose configuration around her waist. And though he led her through the woods on a leash, she didn’t mind so terribly because he talked her as they went. When she asked about an unfamiliar bird in the trees, he named it and pointed out others, and then when she asked about the hunt, he told her about that, and its importance to his people.
    She listened and asked questions but tried not to share her own observations, because jabbering on as she had a tendency to do, she might share something disastrous. It almost felt like they had some kind of rapport by the time they came to the loch.
    She was filled with visions of a nice soak in the sparking waters of the loch, of scrubbing her hair and washing off the sweat of the past two days, but when she saw it, her anticipation died a slow death.
    It was not a loch so much as a muddy pond. She propped her hands on her hips. “That’s the loch?”
    “Aye.” He bent down and began washing his hands in the water. He glanced up at her. “Did you need to…widdle?”
    Oh, hell. Yes she did. She glanced around the clearing searching for a good spot.
    He gestured to a bush. “There.”
    Her nostrils flared. “You’ll be able to see me.”
    “The point.”
    She glared at him and stomped over to the bush, noting her leash was just barely long enough. Turning her back to him, she yanked down her jeans and, squatted and—good gravy, it felt good to Release the Kraken. But then she winced as she realized… she