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day while I was busy. Rhona, my old housekeeper has spent the days with you until I return in the evenings,” he explained as he watched her pet his dogs, “I’ll be right b ack lass, I’ll go get some food . ”
Elisabeth look ed up and watched the handsome l aird disappear out of the room, closing the large wooden door behind him, leaving her alone in his room with his dogs before the warm fire.
In her dreams she had heard his voice; she had felt his warm th and strength during her most terrifying nightmares. His words confirmed his presence beside her this past week, when he returned she had many questions for him. Her mind raced as she waited for him to return. Sitting before the fireplace she pet the large hounds and watched he fire dance, familiarizing herself with the room. Growing quite aware she probably looked like a tangled mess; she ran her good hand through her tresses and tried to make herself look presentable. The fine linen chemise she wore concealed very little, thankful for the warm plaids, they kept her warm and covered her body.
Looking back at the fire she thought about the man who had just left, the years had been far too good to him. If she was infatuated with him years ago, seeing him now only made those feelings come back full force. Far taller than her brother, Broderick was all muscle and strength. His dark hair added to his mysteriousness, as did his brilliant green eyes. Over the years, even Elisabeth’s heart skipped a beat at a few men to whom she was attracted to, but none as enticing as Broderick. It had been five years since she had last seen him; he had only grown more devilishly handsome.
Thinking back to the stolen moments in time, she saw the hounds perk their ears up as the door opened, turning to watch him carry a tray, kicking the door closed behind him. Elisabeth’s belly grumbled with hunger as she smelled the fresh bread and saw the cheese and pastry on the tray. For a fierce warrior he was graceful and polite, charming and caring. E verything she thought he wasn’t, it appeared the years had turned him into a gentleman.
He sat the tray down before her, “Please, eat Elisabeth, I know you are starving,” he offered as he poured her a cup of cold water. Setting it down beside the food, he walked over to the mantel .
Elisabeth tore a large piece of the warm bread off as she watched him unsheathe his broadsword and place it above the mantel on the fireplace. Shoving the food into her mouth she moaned with pleasure. Elisabeth saw him turn around at the sound of her moan . Seeing her content, he bestowed a dazzling smile upon her that made her heart flutter. Happily eating, she observed him sit back down, l eaning his head back, he closed his green eyes . God his smile was jaw dropping.
She had no clue what had transpired in the years after he and Duncan almost started a war, had he married? How old was he now? Did he have children? She had so many questions, never one to skirt issues; she began to ask the slew of questions jumbling about in her head.
“Is this your room?” she asked admiring hi s weapon above the roaring fire.
“Aye,” he answered, not even bothering to open hi s eyes. He sat relaxed beside her, his head leaned back and his hands resting on the large wooden arms of the chair. He looked every bit the part of l aird, dressed in his kilt , glorious unruly dark hair that reached his neck , and muscles that rippled with his every move.
Reaching down she lifted a pewter cup and drank the cool water, sighing with pleasure she quenched her ravenous thirst when she asked, “Where have you been sleeping Broderick?” part of her already knowing the answer, yet she wanted to see what he said.
In her dreams she had vision s of a dark haired man with vibrant green eyes. She could remember his voice through the fog; even his smell had become familiar to her. His presence had beckoned her out of the murky distance and into the light. Now, with him sitting
Elisabeth look ed up and watched the handsome l aird disappear out of the room, closing the large wooden door behind him, leaving her alone in his room with his dogs before the warm fire.
In her dreams she had heard his voice; she had felt his warm th and strength during her most terrifying nightmares. His words confirmed his presence beside her this past week, when he returned she had many questions for him. Her mind raced as she waited for him to return. Sitting before the fireplace she pet the large hounds and watched he fire dance, familiarizing herself with the room. Growing quite aware she probably looked like a tangled mess; she ran her good hand through her tresses and tried to make herself look presentable. The fine linen chemise she wore concealed very little, thankful for the warm plaids, they kept her warm and covered her body.
Looking back at the fire she thought about the man who had just left, the years had been far too good to him. If she was infatuated with him years ago, seeing him now only made those feelings come back full force. Far taller than her brother, Broderick was all muscle and strength. His dark hair added to his mysteriousness, as did his brilliant green eyes. Over the years, even Elisabeth’s heart skipped a beat at a few men to whom she was attracted to, but none as enticing as Broderick. It had been five years since she had last seen him; he had only grown more devilishly handsome.
Thinking back to the stolen moments in time, she saw the hounds perk their ears up as the door opened, turning to watch him carry a tray, kicking the door closed behind him. Elisabeth’s belly grumbled with hunger as she smelled the fresh bread and saw the cheese and pastry on the tray. For a fierce warrior he was graceful and polite, charming and caring. E verything she thought he wasn’t, it appeared the years had turned him into a gentleman.
He sat the tray down before her, “Please, eat Elisabeth, I know you are starving,” he offered as he poured her a cup of cold water. Setting it down beside the food, he walked over to the mantel .
Elisabeth tore a large piece of the warm bread off as she watched him unsheathe his broadsword and place it above the mantel on the fireplace. Shoving the food into her mouth she moaned with pleasure. Elisabeth saw him turn around at the sound of her moan . Seeing her content, he bestowed a dazzling smile upon her that made her heart flutter. Happily eating, she observed him sit back down, l eaning his head back, he closed his green eyes . God his smile was jaw dropping.
She had no clue what had transpired in the years after he and Duncan almost started a war, had he married? How old was he now? Did he have children? She had so many questions, never one to skirt issues; she began to ask the slew of questions jumbling about in her head.
“Is this your room?” she asked admiring hi s weapon above the roaring fire.
“Aye,” he answered, not even bothering to open hi s eyes. He sat relaxed beside her, his head leaned back and his hands resting on the large wooden arms of the chair. He looked every bit the part of l aird, dressed in his kilt , glorious unruly dark hair that reached his neck , and muscles that rippled with his every move.
Reaching down she lifted a pewter cup and drank the cool water, sighing with pleasure she quenched her ravenous thirst when she asked, “Where have you been sleeping Broderick?” part of her already knowing the answer, yet she wanted to see what he said.
In her dreams she had vision s of a dark haired man with vibrant green eyes. She could remember his voice through the fog; even his smell had become familiar to her. His presence had beckoned her out of the murky distance and into the light. Now, with him sitting
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