God help her, she could die of mortification. And oh, was he handsome. What Kira could see of him anyway. She felt miles above the forest floor. Even that wasn’t distant enough, though, as he smiled up at her and the spectacle she’d made of herself. Why had she worn crimson today? She should’ve donned her mud-colored petticoats and blended in better, or run in the first place––
“Hullo there!” His call disrupted her internal tirade.
The man chuckled. “Another defender?”
Kira nodded, all she could manage in her awkward state.
“Have you others?”
She lifted her chin––sort of––and blew a dark strand of hair from her eyes. “Not at hand.”
He cocked his head to one side. “Pardon my intrusion, Miss, but you seem in want of aid.”
Refusing any acknowledgement of her situation, she said, “No. Just resting,” as if clinging to the tree in this absurd manner were a common occurrence.
“Indeed? I could swear you were stuck up there.”
“I’m quite comfortable.”
“Ah. Would you like me to go, then?”
“Very well. I shall bid you good day.” Giving a cheery wave, the frontiersman turned and started down the ferny path.
Returning the gesture was impossible; she didn’t dare move. It occurred to her, rather strongly, that perhaps on this particular occasion it might be best to pocket her pride. Not readily done, but Kira called after him, “Wait!”~
Although written to stand alone, Kira, Daughter of the Moon is the sequel to my award-winning historical romance novel Through the Fire.
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