“Just sit tight,” Robert said, reaching back to keep her from trying to get off. He then shifted the reins to one hand and swung a leg over the horse’s head and slid quickly off. He landed with a small grunt, but before she could ask if he was all right, raised his arms to help her down.

“What about your wound?” Lisa asked with a frown. Really, he had put undo stress on it last night. And he shouldn’t have been riding around today. But lifting her off the horse seemed to be pushing it just a bit far.

“Now you worry about my wound? You did not seem worried when you had me bouncing around on the back of a horse, chasing after you and Findlay,” he said dryly and then gestured impatiently with his hands for her to disembark.

Lisa scowled at him for the dry comment, and allowed him to help her down, but once on the ground muttered, “I did not force you to come out today.”

“Should I have left you to be dragged off and ravished then?” he muttered, turning to tend to his horse.

“That’s ironic. You guarding me from being ravished,” she snapped and then could have bitten off her own tongue. Damn, sometimes she wished she thought before she spoke. Noting how stiff and still Robert had gone, Lisa sighed unhappily and said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I was not unwilling.”

Robert didn’t respond. He simply finished removing his horse’s saddle and tossed it aside before leading the animal into a stall.

Lisa followed, saying, “I really am sorry, Robert.”

His only response was to pick up a brush and begin to run it silently over the horse’s back, brushing him with a brisk efficiency that told her he was mad as hell.

Rolling her eyes, she tried to think of a way to ease the situation, but nothing was coming to mind. Finally, she sighed and turned away, intending to go into the house. She had stepped out of the stall and was starting toward the doors when he said coldly, “You are not marrying Findlay.”

Lisa paused and turned back with surprise. “He has not asked me.”

“He was asking when I interrupted,” he said tightly, setting the brush aside and coming out of the stall. “And you are not marrying him.”

“Robert, you have no say in who I marry,” she said gently.

“The hell I don’t. You could very well be carrying my child.”

Lisa bit her lip at the words, and then shook her head. “I doubt it. I’m sure one time wouldn’t—”

“It only takes one time, Lisa,” he said impatiently.

Lisa shifted on her feet unhappily. “Then if he asks again, or manages to ask without being interrupted, I shall have to explain the situation and if he still wants to marry me—”

“He will,” Robert interrupted harshly. “He wants you.”