Some Like it Scot (Scandalous Highlanders Book 4) by Suzanne Enoch

Pilgrimage much to begin with.”
    Well, that was interesting. Clearly he needed to do some more chatting with young Elizabeth if he wanted answers about who these lasses belonged to and what they were doing in the middle of clan MacLawry territory. He caught sight of the salt sack vanishing into a leather satchel. Why did questioning Elizabeth feel like cheating? If one lass would talk and the other wouldn’t, logic said he should get some answers from the chatty one. Even if he’d rather pry them out of the other one.
    Munro glanced over at Cat as she straightened from the satchel and took a moment to tuck a straying strand of hair behind one ear. As far as he was concerned, she was the lass to pursue. Her sister seemed barely more than a child, and a man didn’t want a child in his bed. A man wanted— he wanted—a lass with steel in her spine. At least this time he did. He didnae bed children, but he’d had his share of flirty, flighty lasses. More than his share. Or that was how it abruptly felt, anyway.
    â€œM’la—loving nephew,” Peter said from the doorway, making Munro wince. “I’ve set up a half-dozen targets fer ye and the lass. And I fetched yer rifle from Saturn.”
    â€œSaturn?” Cat took up, nearly succeeding in slipping a biscuit into her trouser pocket without him noticing.
    â€œMy horse. Now that I consider, it doesnae seem fair fer me to pit a rifle against a musket. Why dunnae ye choose whichever one ye prefer, and we’ll both use it?”
    â€œFine. My musket.”
    â€œYe do ken a rifle’s generally twice as accur—”
    â€œI chose,” she interrupted. “Elizabeth, would ye come out with us? I reckon the odds of some other stranger bullying his way into the house are fairly small, but then Munro may have told any number of his other relatives about us.”
    All it would take was telling one particular relative, and she’d likely find whatever plans she had overturned and stomped into the mud. But this wasn’t any of Ranulf’s business, and Munro meant to see that it stayed well away from his oldest brother’s notice. “Nae,” he said aloud. “But I’ll take another witness so ye cannae dispute the results later.”
    And because he’d already decided that whichever of these lasses he wanted in his bed, he hadn’t been lying about one thing: now that he’d met them, he had an obligation to keep them safe. That held true even if part of him did hope that Cat would try to pummel him again so he’d have an excuse to sling her over his shoulder. Trousers or not, when she wriggled she was all lass. And he liked the way that felt.

 
    Chapter Five
    Ranulf glanced over at the empty chair to his left, then returned to his breakfast of blood pudding and tattie scones. Since the platter of scones on the sideboard was still fairly full, he would hazard a guess that Bear hadn’t yet risen. Potato scones didn’t survive long when Bear was about.
    After another few minutes of unexpected and unusual quiet, he turned in his chair to face the redheaded butler standing behind him. “Did ye ferget someaught, Cooper?”
    â€œM’laird?”
    â€œThe newspaper, Cooper. I ken it’s nearly a week old by the time it gets here, but I do like to know what’s afoot south of Hadrian’s Wall.” He shouldn’t have had to explain it; after all, he’d been reading the London Times every morning for better than the past decade.
    â€œI couldnae find it this morning, m’laird,” the butler returned, his jaw clenching. “I’m certain it arrived last evening with the post, but this morning when I went to look fer it, well, it had gone.”
    â€œIs Arran here?” His younger brother made for the most likely suspect, but Arran lived a half mile away at Fen Darach with Mary and young Mòrag and another bairn due just after