In Bed with a Highlander by Maya Banks Page A

if he’d perhaps misunderstood. So she hastened to inform him of precisely what she was so furious about.
    “You told your son that I was going to be his mother.” She walked up to him, stabbing her finger into his chest. “You gave me two days. Until the priest arrived. Twodays to make my decision, and yet you inform the entire keep that I’m going to be the new mistress.” By then, she was beating him solidly with her hand.
    The laird glanced down at her fingers as if he were about to shoo an annoying insect. Then he looked back at her, his eyes so icy that she shivered.
    “Are you quite finished?” he demanded.
    She took a step back, the initial rush of her fury subsiding. Now that she’d vented her rage, the reality of what she’d done slapped her full in the face.
    He advanced, giving her no opportunity to put any distance between them.
    “Don’t you ever,
ever
question my honor. If you were a man, you’d already be dead. As it is, if you ever speak to me as you’ve done just now, I can guarantee you that you will not like the consequences. You are on my lands, and my word here is the law. You are under my protection. You will obey me without question.”
    “Not bloody likely,” she muttered.
    “
What?
What did you say?” He roared the question at her.
    She glanced serenely up at him, a bland smile on her face. “Nothing, Laird. Nothing at all.”
    His gaze narrowed and she could see his hands twitching again like he’d love nothing more than to throttle her. She was beginning to think it was an affliction of his. Did he go around wanting to choke the life out of everyone or was she special in that regard?
    “I’m afraid ’tis an urge that is entirely original to you,” the laird barked.
    She clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Mother Serenity had vowed one day Mairin would regret her propensity to blurt out her least little thought. Today just might be that day.
    By now the scowls of his men had been replaced with looks of open amusement. She didn’t appreciate beingthe source of that amusement so she gave them a scowl of her own. It only served to make them twitch more as they battled their mirth.
    “I will say this but once,” the laird said in a menacing voice. “I have spoken of our prospective marriage to no one save the men I sent to escort Father McElroy back to my lands and those I charged with your protection. I would give the priest a reason for ushering him here with such haste. You, however, have now broadcast our impending nuptials to my entire clan.”
    She glanced uneasily around to see that quite a crowd had gathered. They stared upon her and the laird with undisguised interest. Indeed, they were hanging on every word.
    She pinched her lips into a bow and stared unflinchingly up at the laird, who was still bristling with outrage.
    “Then how does your son know? And why do I have an escort who informs me his duty is to see to the mistress of the keep?”
    “Are you accusing me of speaking an untruth?”
    His voice was deathly quiet, so low that no one save her could hear, but the tone sent a surge of fear straight to her toes.
    “Nay,” she said hastily. “I would merely like to know how so many people know of a marriage that may or may not take place if you’ve told no one.”
    His eyes narrowed. “First, the marriage
will
take place. Just as soon as you’ve regained your senses and realize that ’tis the only sensible option left to you.”
    When she would have opened her mouth to dispute his assertion, he shocked her by clamping his hand over her mouth.
    “You will be silent and allow me to finish. I have doubts that you’ve ever been able to hold your silence for more than a moment in your entire lifetime,” he grumbled.
    She huffed but his hand tightened on her mouth.
    “I can only assume that my son overheard me speaking to my men of our marriage. If you would have but cautioned him to hold his tongue, he would not have repeated it beyond his question