Chapter fifty

Chapter fifty

It had been four days of tedious, non-stop riding. Four days of determined kicking and nudging of her horse, and four days of surfing speedily while the wind gushed past her sides.

And then…she was back in Anfield.

Monica had used every bit of her strength to guard the seal of Kilmarnock, ignore any likely source of distraction and endure the ugly sounds of hunger from her rumbling stomach.

Now, her horse half ran upon the cobbled walkway lined by poorly constructed small brick houses. It took her a few moments to recognize the wood held piece in which she lived.

The Scottish had already jumped down the animal before it had stopped and rushed to the wooden board pieced to be a door.

With regular stumps, she knocked upon the surface, panting excitedly while her chest rose and fell.

When the door flew open, Nathan Maitland's glare suddenly softened to a wide grin while he eyed the crazy knocker through to make sure it was his sister.

Before he could throw his hands around