Free Heart Of A Highland Warrior by Anita Clenney Page A

still cold himself. He shifted, somehow making their bodies fit together even tighter. She did start to feel warmer.
    “Does Lance know you followed him?” He stifled a yawn.
    “He does. I told the fat guard, Bart. Lance wasn’t happy. He wanted him to kill me. I wonder what he’s hiding that’s so important.”
    The prisoner turned and stared at her, which put them almost nose to nose. Or nose to shoulder. He was a lot taller than she was. “He must be trying to silence you. One of us will have to stay awake in case he comes back. Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll keep watch.”
    “You need rest more than I do. You’re injured.” But she was so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open. “I think we’ve been drugged.”
    “I suspect you’re right. I feel unusually sleepy. The guards have been on edge. Their master is coming soon. You sleep first. I’ll rest in a bit.”
    She tried to stay awake, but her eyelids were too heavy. She woke in the night, warm. His arm was around her shoulders, and she was slumped against him. He ’d tucked the blanket around her and was holding it in place. She straightened, scanning the cell to see if they were alone. They were. His arm tightened around her, and he leaned his head against hers. There was something so comforting about the position that she ignored her numb butt.
    “Are you all right?”
    “Just stiff.”
    He shifted. “Aye, I can’t feel my arse. Wish I couldn’t feel my back.”
    Leaning against the wall couldn’t be doing his wounds any good.
    “We could stretch out on the floor,” he said.
    But that would be even more intimate. They were in a prison dungeon. Did it matter? They both rose slowly. “I wish there was a bed.”
    In the darkness, she saw him glance at her breasts. “Aye. The floor’s not much for sleeping. I ’d rather have the ground and soft leaves.”
    It would be an improvement over stone. They chose a spot near the corner of the cell. He spread the blanket, and she lay down near the edge. Without words, he lay next to her on his side, close, but not touching. He pulled the remaining half of the blanket over them.
    “Are you warm enough?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Your chattering teeth tell a different story.”
    “Guess they don’t want to pay the heat bill.” She ’d never been this bothered by cold. It must be the drug.
    “I can move closer, if that’s all right.”
    She would have let him lie on top of her to get rid of this chill. Or maybe it was the drug. She wouldn’t have minded letting him do more than just get rid of the chill. That wasn’t like her. “Thank you,” she said, and he shifted closer. She turned on her side, and he tucked the blanket tighter around them. She could feel him brush against her, but not pressing. “There must be someone wondering where you are.” Maybe a wife who might be upset that his body was tucked against hers. If she loved him, she ’d be more upset at what they ’d done to him than who he was sharing his body warmth with.
    “I would hope.”
    He sounded so lost, Anna’s heart broke a little for him. With no memory of who he was, he was completely alone. “It must be terrible not to remember your name or where you came from. Where your family is.” Not that she had a family now. Her only family was her friends. Did they even know she was missing? Were they in danger? Lance’s buddy could have already attacked them. If something happened to them, she would be as alone as the prisoner.
    “Aye,” he said softly. “It is that.”
    She wanted to help him. All she could do was share her body heat. “When we get out, I’ll help you find them.” And she was determined to get them out.
    “That’s very kind of you.”
    She lay there feeling his heart beat against her back and the movement of his chest as he breathed. And she was glad she wasn’t alone.
    After a moment, his voice brushed her ear. “I’ve no memories of my own. Perhaps you could share something of yours