. . .She knelt down behind a tree and waited. Her prey was a Highlander, a giant of a man and a fearsome warrior. Rachel wasn’t all that big at seventeen, but she was quick, cunning and rarely missed her mark with a bow and arrow. She always carried at least one dagger and she wasn’t afraid to use it, but today she planned to topple the giant with her bare hands. If she succeeded, her joy would be complete. Waiting was something she was not good at. Where was he? Quite some time ago, she watched him head to the loch to bathe and it never took this long. She didn’t watch him bathe. She hadn’t done that since she was nine and her mother told her not to. Now, she knew exactly how close she could get to the loch without accidentally seeing anything. Rachel smiled and her blue eyes sparkled. She didn’t think any of the men knew she used to watch them bathe; they never once caught her. If they had, her brother-in-law, Kevin, would have frowned at her for hours and then asked all sorts. . . Read More