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thoughts.
    Heather frowned. She was making promises she couldn’t keep.
    Forcing herself to forget about the hard heat molded to her body was difficult. Heather yawned, finding herself lulled by the rocking of the horse. At least if she fell asleep, she wouldn’t have to deal with the tingling sensations that were cascading up and down her form. She could forget about it for a little while. Forget about him.
    But as she started to let herself slip into sleep, a little voice in her head warned against it. If she fell asleep , she’d not be able to see where they were headed, nor would she be able to make contact with any Scottish rebellion warriors if they came across them. Sleep was out of the question.
    Talking was the only way she knew how to keep herself awake. And so, she prepared yet another litany of questions for the priest.
    “How much did they pay ye?”
    “I told ye before ’tis not about the money.”
    “I heard ye when ye said it, but no man risks his life for free. Everyone has their price.”
    “Revenge.” The word came out a harsh growl.
    Heather swallowed down her fear, and squared her shoulders. “If it were completely about revenge, ye’d have taken me for yourself.”
    He grunted, and she hoped she hadn’t just given him an idea. As if to taunt her, he canted his hips forward, pressing that intimate part of him to her bottom. She nearly drowned in her combination of cough and gasp.
    “What harm will it be if ye tell me?” She scooted forward , away from him.
    “There’s a bit of silver in it.”
    “Silver. Hmm…”
    “Dinna offer to double it. I will nay bargain for it.” The priest tugged her backward, firmly planting her rump between his thighs. “Unless ye wanted to offer me another reward.”
    Please, God, let him not be offering up that in exchange for her freedom. “Not silver?”
    “Mmm hmm.” He nuzzled her hair, pressed his lips to the side of her ear, sending white-hot shivers all over her. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? Nay, why did she enjoy it? “What will ye give me that’s better than silver?”
    “I—I could not know what ye want,” she stammered, pretending innocence, though his message was more than clear.
    “Och, aye, ye know it.” His hand gripped her hip hard, then skimmed upward just beneath her breast.
    Heather gasped and jolted forward—a little too far. She gripped on to the horse’s mane to steady herself from falling over the animal’s head.
    “I see ye understand.”
    “Aye. And I will not give ye that .”
    The man had the audacity to chuckle. Had he been teasing her this entire time?
    “Ye blaspheme your profession.” She should have been outraged, but instead she found herself intrigued by a man who was as much a fan of trickery as herself.
    “Do I?”
    “A man of the cloth with such lustful thoughts,” she reproached.
    “I am but a man, and ye a beautiful, supple lass.” He squeezed her hip for emphasis.
    Heather didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered. Perhaps she was a bit of both. And that scared her most of all.
    “Tell me this, lass, ye seem more concerned with what is to come rather than what has already occurred. Ye lack fe ar. Either ye are extremely dimwitted or exceedingly devious.”
    Heather’s mouth dropped open, but before she could reply , he continued, “Given that ye pray in the chapel each morning before Mass begins, one would think ye might be a pious and virtuous lady. But I’m inclined to think ye go each morning, dutifully, to pay penance for your sins. What sins do ye have, lass?”
    ’Twas hard to close her mouth after it had fallen open. How in the devil did he know? She bit her lip to keep from retorting something truly unladylike, and instead replied, “Not nearly as many as ye, Priest.”
    His chest rumbled against her back as he laughed. “A pity we were not introduced under different circumstances.”
    “Because a priest and a wayward lass would have made such amiable dinner