When a Laird Loves a Lady (Highlander Vows: Entangled Hearts Book 1) by Julie Johnstone Page B
Authors: Julie Johnstone
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and feel it in the way her fingers curled tighter around his hand. “Dunnae fash
yerself, Marion. Ye’re my wife now, and I’ll defend ye with my dying breath.”
She tugged her hand from his and
set both of her hands on her hips. “I’m not worried about that.”
Her confidence in him filled him
with pleasure, until he realized she’d not actually said she was not worried at
all , just not about that.
As the three of them moved toward
the place where Rory Mac and Neil should have been waiting, Iain watched her
hips sway in the moonlight, but when he turned to meet Angus’s angry glare, he
pulled his gaze away. The man may think of her as a daughter, but Marion was
now Iain’s wife, and he was getting tired of the Scot glaring at him.
“What are ye worried about?” he
questioned to her back as she marched ahead of him.
“If you don’t know, then it’s not
worth my breath to explain,” she snapped without breaking her stride .
Iain let her leave, as he suspected
her worry lay with his telling her he would never love her, and there was
nothing he could say to ease that worry. Angus coughed, none too discreetly,
until Iain finally looked at the man. “What?” he barked.
“Let me ken when ye need my
advice,” the Scot offered with a chuckle.
Iain frowned. “I’ll nae need yer
advice on how to deal with my wife,” Iain bit out and stalked ahead, each step
making him wonder why he felt like there was a possibility he could rue that
statement.
Five
Several hours later, Marion clenched her teeth as
the horses drove relentlessly forward over the rocky terrain of Scotland. To
her right, Rory Mac glared at her, still clearly angry over her taking his
horse. She understood, but it seemed to her he could forgive her. After all, he had gotten his destrier back when two of her father’s knights had ridden
out of the castle and Rory Mac had apparently overtaken them. He had retrieved
not only his horse but one more. She’d said as much to the man after she, Iain,
and Angus had escaped her father’s castle and met up with Rory Mac and Neil. Rory
Mac had only growled at her as she’d spoken. Apparently, Scots were very attached to their horses.
She looked away from Rory Mac with
a sigh. Every time she was jarred, her bottom and back cried out. Iain MacLeod
was the devil himself. She started to turn around on the horse to tell him so,
but his big hand came to her shoulder and stayed her movement. “Dunnae move. Ye
risk losing yer balance and falling off.”
Angry, she blew at a strand of hair
dangling in her face. The man may never intend to give his heart to her, but he
could at least give her his respect. All he’d done since they’d escaped her
father’s castle was order her about. “I’m not one of your men you can constantly
command.”
“True enough,” he agreed. His tone
was so soft and pleasant that a bit of her anger slipped away. “Ye’re my wife.”
The implication that she was also to be ordered about was clear in his now-flat
tone.
Her anger spiked to near eruption.
“I’m not your wife fully yet,” she snapped.
“By the time the sun sets again ye
will be,” he replied. His easy banter irritated her even more. It was as if her
anger amused him. She ground her teeth against saying another word to the man
until he treated her with respect.
As the horse galloped forward, the
clopping of his hooves drummed in her ears and her mind returned to Iain
telling her that he’d buried his love, and his heart, with his late wife. Even
if Marion had wanted to be hurt that he’d so bluntly told her that he’d never
love her, she could not be, not really. They barely knew each other. What she
did know of him, besides the fact that he was brave—fiercely so—and honorable,
was that he was in grave pain from his loss. He’d not said it in words, yet
when he’d spoken of his late wife his tone had been raw, as if simply thinking
of her pained him. She’d felt it like an enormous
and feel it in the way her fingers curled tighter around his hand. “Dunnae fash
yerself, Marion. Ye’re my wife now, and I’ll defend ye with my dying breath.”
She tugged her hand from his and
set both of her hands on her hips. “I’m not worried about that.”
Her confidence in him filled him
with pleasure, until he realized she’d not actually said she was not worried at
all , just not about that.
As the three of them moved toward
the place where Rory Mac and Neil should have been waiting, Iain watched her
hips sway in the moonlight, but when he turned to meet Angus’s angry glare, he
pulled his gaze away. The man may think of her as a daughter, but Marion was
now Iain’s wife, and he was getting tired of the Scot glaring at him.
“What are ye worried about?” he
questioned to her back as she marched ahead of him.
“If you don’t know, then it’s not
worth my breath to explain,” she snapped without breaking her stride .
Iain let her leave, as he suspected
her worry lay with his telling her he would never love her, and there was
nothing he could say to ease that worry. Angus coughed, none too discreetly,
until Iain finally looked at the man. “What?” he barked.
“Let me ken when ye need my
advice,” the Scot offered with a chuckle.
Iain frowned. “I’ll nae need yer
advice on how to deal with my wife,” Iain bit out and stalked ahead, each step
making him wonder why he felt like there was a possibility he could rue that
statement.
Five
Several hours later, Marion clenched her teeth as
the horses drove relentlessly forward over the rocky terrain of Scotland. To
her right, Rory Mac glared at her, still clearly angry over her taking his
horse. She understood, but it seemed to her he could forgive her. After all, he had gotten his destrier back when two of her father’s knights had ridden
out of the castle and Rory Mac had apparently overtaken them. He had retrieved
not only his horse but one more. She’d said as much to the man after she, Iain,
and Angus had escaped her father’s castle and met up with Rory Mac and Neil. Rory
Mac had only growled at her as she’d spoken. Apparently, Scots were very attached to their horses.
She looked away from Rory Mac with
a sigh. Every time she was jarred, her bottom and back cried out. Iain MacLeod
was the devil himself. She started to turn around on the horse to tell him so,
but his big hand came to her shoulder and stayed her movement. “Dunnae move. Ye
risk losing yer balance and falling off.”
Angry, she blew at a strand of hair
dangling in her face. The man may never intend to give his heart to her, but he
could at least give her his respect. All he’d done since they’d escaped her
father’s castle was order her about. “I’m not one of your men you can constantly
command.”
“True enough,” he agreed. His tone
was so soft and pleasant that a bit of her anger slipped away. “Ye’re my wife.”
The implication that she was also to be ordered about was clear in his now-flat
tone.
Her anger spiked to near eruption.
“I’m not your wife fully yet,” she snapped.
“By the time the sun sets again ye
will be,” he replied. His easy banter irritated her even more. It was as if her
anger amused him. She ground her teeth against saying another word to the man
until he treated her with respect.
As the horse galloped forward, the
clopping of his hooves drummed in her ears and her mind returned to Iain
telling her that he’d buried his love, and his heart, with his late wife. Even
if Marion had wanted to be hurt that he’d so bluntly told her that he’d never
love her, she could not be, not really. They barely knew each other. What she
did know of him, besides the fact that he was brave—fiercely so—and honorable,
was that he was in grave pain from his loss. He’d not said it in words, yet
when he’d spoken of his late wife his tone had been raw, as if simply thinking
of her pained him. She’d felt it like an enormous
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