Rowan did not argue with her. He simply leaned further down from the saddle.
Before Delaney could take another step backward, Rowan reached out with both of his incredibly strong arms. He gripped her firmly by the waist.
"Rowan...!" Delaney shrieked loudly.
She grabbed his forearms in pure panic as her feet completely left the stone ground. Rowan lifted her up from the floor with staggering, effortless ease, as if she weighed absolutely nothing at all.
With a smooth, practiced motion, he pulled her up and placed her directly on Meg, settling her sideways across the front of his saddle.
Delaney gasped, completely breathless. She was sitting side-saddle, her legs dangling over the left side of the horse, while her side was pressed flush against the solid, warm wall of Rowan's broad chest. His arms came around her on both sides to hold the leather reins, completely caging her in his embrace.
