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retrieve the salve from Alan’s chamber and have Nellie make
more bandages. My healer’s bag is truly missing.”
Gavin stood in the doorway. “I’ll have Tavish bring the things
she needs and stay with her while I attend other duties.”
Andrew nodded. Tavish, a worthy and loyal warrior, would be a
good bodyguard for the healer and her son. “Good choice.”
Gavin left, closing the door behind him. Maidie looked around
the room and smiled when she saw Colin standing before the fire.
“Madam, please sit while you wait.” As Maidie turned toward
the chair, Andrew had a thought. The stubble of his beard itched on his face.
He reached a hand up to scratch it. “Do you shave a mon’s beard as well as you
wash hair?” He could not help but smile at the angst on the lass’ face. “Dinna
fash yourself, Madam. I wanna rob Colin of his job.”
He watched the look of relief wash over the pretty cheeks. The
freckles across her nose seemed brighter. She took the chair and folded her
delicate hands in her lap. The power to heal resided in those slender fingers.
She must be protected from those in the castle who craved her life because of
her Cameron blood, and from Camerons who would steel her away because of her inheritance
in their clan. He must relent and let Angus have charge of his care.
Andrew knew he caused Maidie to be uncomfortable, but could
not help watching her. She tried not to meet his gaze, looking around the
chamber and letting her eyes rest on his armor and weapons now repaired and hanging
across racks in the corner. The blacksmith had repaired the chainmail where the
battleax cut through.
Their eyes met. His heart raced when her plump pink lips
turned up in a smile. The sunlight struck her hair in such a way that strands
of burnished gold shone among the locks hanging from under the Munro kertch and
about her slender shoulders. Little wonder his brother seemed captivated by her
loveliness.
Andrew determined to keep his emotions and desires under
control. He had managed to escape several romantic entanglements in the past
five years since Tara left, and he aimed for things to stay such. Never again
would a woman capture his heart only to break it into a thousand pieces like
Tara Fraser had broken his.
A knock sounded. Colin walked across the chamber to open the
door, but it opened before he lifted the latch. Davina walked in with Tavish
following. The warrior carried Maidie’s precious jar of ointment and a roll of
white linen cloth, torn into strips for bandages. Davina went to Andrew’s
bedside and took his hands.
“Brother, seeing you so is verra good to my heart.” Davina
studied his eyes and face. He smiled. “Are you in great pain?”
“Nae, Davina. Verra wee amount now,” he lied. Sitting up in
the bed caused great pain in his belly, but he would not give in to it.
She released his hands and patted the stubble on his face. “I’m
so glad, Brother, so glad. I’ve come to help Maidie with your bandages.” With a
slight frown and pout, she added, “And Colin can take care of that stubble. Your
heavy beard looks more sinister than ever.”
Andrew addressed Maidie, “My sister likes clean shaven lads.
No beards around her.”
“Gavin said our father was always clean-shaven while our
mither lived. Mither said she could read his expressions better. ‘Tis why Gavin
stays clean of beard.”
“I thought, dear Davina, you could always decipher what I’m
thinking by the expression in my eyes, and our father had a heavy beard.”
Andrew teased.
“He grew one only after Mither died. I need both your face and
your eyes to stay one step ahead of you, Black Falcon of Ferindonald.” She took
her brother’s hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of it. “Just get up and
around soon. I miss you.”
“Aye, Davina. I’m trying with all my might. Now change my
bandages and let me rest.” He couldn’t help letting fatigue sound in his voice,
but now that he could think, concern for
more bandages. My healer’s bag is truly missing.”
Gavin stood in the doorway. “I’ll have Tavish bring the things
she needs and stay with her while I attend other duties.”
Andrew nodded. Tavish, a worthy and loyal warrior, would be a
good bodyguard for the healer and her son. “Good choice.”
Gavin left, closing the door behind him. Maidie looked around
the room and smiled when she saw Colin standing before the fire.
“Madam, please sit while you wait.” As Maidie turned toward
the chair, Andrew had a thought. The stubble of his beard itched on his face.
He reached a hand up to scratch it. “Do you shave a mon’s beard as well as you
wash hair?” He could not help but smile at the angst on the lass’ face. “Dinna
fash yourself, Madam. I wanna rob Colin of his job.”
He watched the look of relief wash over the pretty cheeks. The
freckles across her nose seemed brighter. She took the chair and folded her
delicate hands in her lap. The power to heal resided in those slender fingers.
She must be protected from those in the castle who craved her life because of
her Cameron blood, and from Camerons who would steel her away because of her inheritance
in their clan. He must relent and let Angus have charge of his care.
Andrew knew he caused Maidie to be uncomfortable, but could
not help watching her. She tried not to meet his gaze, looking around the
chamber and letting her eyes rest on his armor and weapons now repaired and hanging
across racks in the corner. The blacksmith had repaired the chainmail where the
battleax cut through.
Their eyes met. His heart raced when her plump pink lips
turned up in a smile. The sunlight struck her hair in such a way that strands
of burnished gold shone among the locks hanging from under the Munro kertch and
about her slender shoulders. Little wonder his brother seemed captivated by her
loveliness.
Andrew determined to keep his emotions and desires under
control. He had managed to escape several romantic entanglements in the past
five years since Tara left, and he aimed for things to stay such. Never again
would a woman capture his heart only to break it into a thousand pieces like
Tara Fraser had broken his.
A knock sounded. Colin walked across the chamber to open the
door, but it opened before he lifted the latch. Davina walked in with Tavish
following. The warrior carried Maidie’s precious jar of ointment and a roll of
white linen cloth, torn into strips for bandages. Davina went to Andrew’s
bedside and took his hands.
“Brother, seeing you so is verra good to my heart.” Davina
studied his eyes and face. He smiled. “Are you in great pain?”
“Nae, Davina. Verra wee amount now,” he lied. Sitting up in
the bed caused great pain in his belly, but he would not give in to it.
She released his hands and patted the stubble on his face. “I’m
so glad, Brother, so glad. I’ve come to help Maidie with your bandages.” With a
slight frown and pout, she added, “And Colin can take care of that stubble. Your
heavy beard looks more sinister than ever.”
Andrew addressed Maidie, “My sister likes clean shaven lads.
No beards around her.”
“Gavin said our father was always clean-shaven while our
mither lived. Mither said she could read his expressions better. ‘Tis why Gavin
stays clean of beard.”
“I thought, dear Davina, you could always decipher what I’m
thinking by the expression in my eyes, and our father had a heavy beard.”
Andrew teased.
“He grew one only after Mither died. I need both your face and
your eyes to stay one step ahead of you, Black Falcon of Ferindonald.” She took
her brother’s hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of it. “Just get up and
around soon. I miss you.”
“Aye, Davina. I’m trying with all my might. Now change my
bandages and let me rest.” He couldn’t help letting fatigue sound in his voice,
but now that he could think, concern for
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