breaths.
Duncan turned back, but it was Helen, already
at her front door, opening it for Lady Fleur to step through, who
answered. “He sleeps in the barn. Always has. ‘Sides, I don’t own
any animals any longer to make it smell horrid.”
Duncan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Rory
sensed tension rising from the man. He’d heard the rumors that
Duncan preferred to sleep like a dog rather than a man in a bed,
and it was odd to watch the confirmation. Rory wondered why the
brute would sleep where cows usually would, instead of under the
roof Lady Fleur chose. But no matter the reason. His jealousy
subsided a bit, realizing Duncan would not be near the gorgeous
woman through the night.
“Good night,” Lady Fleur whispered
sweetly.
Duncan nodded his head, glanced at his mother
once more, then strode off into the darkness beside the large stone
house.
Lady Fleur removed her warm hand from Rory’s
arm, and instantly he wished her back.
“Well, I suppose this is good night.”
“Aye.” He could only stammer. Lord, how he
wished it wouldn’t end so early.
“You’ll visit me again?”
He gave the lady a wide smile, feeling his
cheeks grow tight in his enthusiasm. “Aye. I’d like to very much.”
Only then did his manners kick in, and he swooped down to kiss her
hand. “Good night, my lady.”
She giggled softly, and his body instantly
responded by growing tight with the tension that desire can pull.
But when he said good night to Mrs. Cameron that helped moderate
his passions. He didn’t want to seem too eager for the lady, not as
though he was some hound sniffing after her for only one thing.
As he left, after he’d promised to visit the
women on the morrow, he’d made sure to slink around the house and
watched Duncan prepare for bed in the barn. If that hulk of a man
took one step in the house, he’d...Actually, Rory didn’t know what
he’d do. Duncan had proven he was not only a knowledgeable warrior,
but faster and more powerful than Rory. That was why, in the last
two weeks, he had woken earlier than any other to train, so he
could beat the famed Duncan. Not in a literal sense of beating.
Nay, he’d never thought of attacking him.
Until now.
If Duncan touched the lady, Rory would make
sure the man would rue the day.
Chapter 10
D uncan hadn’t slept so restlessly
since his first battle. He’d tossed and turned in his straw bed.
Oddly, his anxiety was similar to pre-combat jitters. He’d worried
the whole night through that he wouldn’t do enough, would be too
scared, wouldn’t do the right thing. When dawn arrived he finally
admitted to himself whom he was nervous about. Fleur had left her
mark on him as sure as if he’d fought against her. Actually, it had
been his heart that had done all the fighting. Nonetheless, he knew
she had been the winner.
He’d come a cropper.
Why, though, would he want a woman who wanted
another man? A much younger, titled, probably richer man? It had
nearly killed him seeing Fleur with Rory last night. All his
jealous tendencies had flared, making him want to punch Rory in the
too perfect nose. He hated the way Rory had looked at Fleur, his
desire obvious.
As much as Duncan was dubious about working
for the laird’s younger brother, he’d come to find that Rory was
intelligent, sometimes funny, and usually considerate, especially
regarding the green troops. That was a real asset to have in a
leader, a man who treated his subordinates well. Rory would make an
excellent captain one day soon.
It was clear he’d taken a fancy to Fleur too.
Well, what man in his right mind wouldn’t? She was only the most
beautiful woman any man had ever run across. Although, he might be
biased, since beauty was supposedly subjective. Still, she was
lovely with her long black hair, dark intriguing eyes, and those
full lips that made him want to press his own against hers. Made
him think of being close to her, of listening to her talk about
anything
Duncan turned back, but it was Helen, already
at her front door, opening it for Lady Fleur to step through, who
answered. “He sleeps in the barn. Always has. ‘Sides, I don’t own
any animals any longer to make it smell horrid.”
Duncan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Rory
sensed tension rising from the man. He’d heard the rumors that
Duncan preferred to sleep like a dog rather than a man in a bed,
and it was odd to watch the confirmation. Rory wondered why the
brute would sleep where cows usually would, instead of under the
roof Lady Fleur chose. But no matter the reason. His jealousy
subsided a bit, realizing Duncan would not be near the gorgeous
woman through the night.
“Good night,” Lady Fleur whispered
sweetly.
Duncan nodded his head, glanced at his mother
once more, then strode off into the darkness beside the large stone
house.
Lady Fleur removed her warm hand from Rory’s
arm, and instantly he wished her back.
“Well, I suppose this is good night.”
“Aye.” He could only stammer. Lord, how he
wished it wouldn’t end so early.
“You’ll visit me again?”
He gave the lady a wide smile, feeling his
cheeks grow tight in his enthusiasm. “Aye. I’d like to very much.”
Only then did his manners kick in, and he swooped down to kiss her
hand. “Good night, my lady.”
She giggled softly, and his body instantly
responded by growing tight with the tension that desire can pull.
But when he said good night to Mrs. Cameron that helped moderate
his passions. He didn’t want to seem too eager for the lady, not as
though he was some hound sniffing after her for only one thing.
As he left, after he’d promised to visit the
women on the morrow, he’d made sure to slink around the house and
watched Duncan prepare for bed in the barn. If that hulk of a man
took one step in the house, he’d...Actually, Rory didn’t know what
he’d do. Duncan had proven he was not only a knowledgeable warrior,
but faster and more powerful than Rory. That was why, in the last
two weeks, he had woken earlier than any other to train, so he
could beat the famed Duncan. Not in a literal sense of beating.
Nay, he’d never thought of attacking him.
Until now.
If Duncan touched the lady, Rory would make
sure the man would rue the day.
Chapter 10
D uncan hadn’t slept so restlessly
since his first battle. He’d tossed and turned in his straw bed.
Oddly, his anxiety was similar to pre-combat jitters. He’d worried
the whole night through that he wouldn’t do enough, would be too
scared, wouldn’t do the right thing. When dawn arrived he finally
admitted to himself whom he was nervous about. Fleur had left her
mark on him as sure as if he’d fought against her. Actually, it had
been his heart that had done all the fighting. Nonetheless, he knew
she had been the winner.
He’d come a cropper.
Why, though, would he want a woman who wanted
another man? A much younger, titled, probably richer man? It had
nearly killed him seeing Fleur with Rory last night. All his
jealous tendencies had flared, making him want to punch Rory in the
too perfect nose. He hated the way Rory had looked at Fleur, his
desire obvious.
As much as Duncan was dubious about working
for the laird’s younger brother, he’d come to find that Rory was
intelligent, sometimes funny, and usually considerate, especially
regarding the green troops. That was a real asset to have in a
leader, a man who treated his subordinates well. Rory would make an
excellent captain one day soon.
It was clear he’d taken a fancy to Fleur too.
Well, what man in his right mind wouldn’t? She was only the most
beautiful woman any man had ever run across. Although, he might be
biased, since beauty was supposedly subjective. Still, she was
lovely with her long black hair, dark intriguing eyes, and those
full lips that made him want to press his own against hers. Made
him think of being close to her, of listening to her talk about
anything
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