growing between her thighs. Her breasts ached for his
touch and her breathing became shallow.
Without warning, a businesslike mask snapped into place over
the previously aroused expression on Gabriel’s face. “And the information about
the Redcoats’ plans to move against us? You do not seem to be lying about that
but how could you know this if you are not one of our spies?”
“I found the information in a couple of books I ran across
in the library. As far as I know it’s true,” she replied, shyly looking down at
her hands as she thought about the absurdity of that notion that a man like him
could be attracted to her. “They thought—I mean, think it might be easier to
break the rebellion if they can pick off smaller militias one by one.”
“She speaks the truth,” a soft but firm feminine voice
declared from the tent opening.
Relieved, Kaitlyn tore her eyes from Gabriel and peered
around him. Beside Philip stood what appeared to be a young man. However, with
the removal of the person’s tricorne hat and a few hairpins, the “he” became a
“she” as long, straight brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. She shook her
hair out and threw a small, impish smile in Gabriel’s direction.
“Eileen,” Gabriel slowly exhaled with an impatient sigh as
he leaned away from Kaitlyn. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought I instructed
you to stay home.”
Eileen dropped his gaze and cast her eyes at Kaitlyn’s feet,
immediately looking contrite.
It was all Kaitlyn could do to not gape open-mouthed at the
previously self-assured young woman who now bore the expression of a scolded puppy.
Could this actually be the Eileen O’Connor? Was it truly possible that
Kaitlyn could have somehow been transported back in time? Better yet, was it
even a sane thing to consider? Perhaps her friends had been right. Maybe she
had been spending too much time in libraries lately. She was beginning to
hallucinate that she was living her research.
Gabriel crooked his finger at his sister, his jaw grimly
set. “And how did you gain the information this time? As a patron of yet
another tavern?”
Eileen shrugged, looking down at her feet. “Men’s tongues
loosen more easily after a few pints of ale.”
“Do you have any idea of what could happen to you if you are
discovered?” Gabriel had not shouted but his sharp, barely restrained tone
caused Kaitlyn to wince nonetheless. “I swear, Eileen, I do not know of another
way to make you understand the peril inherent in your antics.”
Eileen looked at Kaitlyn and rolled her eyes. “Does your
family also try to tell you that because you are female that you are not
capable of taking care of yourself?”
Gabriel sighed heavily and shook his head. “Philip, take
Eileen and find something for the women to eat,” he commanded with a dismissive
wave of his hand as he arose from the bench and stepped away from Kaitlyn.
Eileen gave Kaitlyn a small, reassuring smile before
allowing Philip to escort her out of the tent.
Without thinking, Kaitlyn jumped up and grabbed Gabriel’s
arm to stop him from leaving. He immediately turned, his eyes at first focusing
on her hand and then traveling up to her face. Her pulse thudded wildly in her
ears as her mind fought for control over her body. She needed to remember that
this guy was probably already married or soon to be married to a Katie Macan.
The last thing she needed was an angry woman on her hands.
Forcing her eyes to meet his, she finally found her tongue
as she dropped her hand from his arm. “What’s going to happen to me?”
Much to her surprise, he tenderly tucked a stray strand of
her long, light brown hair behind her ear, his fingers softly lingering on the
sensitive flesh of her neck. His touch sent tiny shock waves down her spine.
“You need not worry. I will see to your safety,” he replied,
dropping his hand to his side. “You may stay here tonight with Eileen. We will
leave in the morning to meet up with