Derek watched as Annabelle helped the other women serve the noon meal. Her hair looked wet, and it hung down to her waist. He followed the sway of her hips as she walked around each table, placing a tankard in front of the other men. When she came next to Colm, she gave him a bright smile and introduced herself. He frowned when Colm returned her smile and he saw more than warm regard in Colm’s expression. Annabelle said something to Colm and he nodded. She then walked back to the kitchen. Derek’s gaze went to Colm. He was conversing with Evan, oblivious to the dark look his friend was sending him. Annabelle did not once look in his direction and allowed Eilidh to serve him. He barely paid any attention to the other woman, his concentration was so keen on Annabelle. After a moment, Annabelle returned with her own trencher and tankard and sat down in the place Colm made for her at the table. Derek held back a growl when he saw how easily they fell into conversation with each other. They were both laughing, and Annabelle sometimes laid her hand on Colm’s arm. Derek shot to his feet and stormed from the hall. He went out into the courtyard and stalked to the stables. He should go release his frustration on Eilidh. She was willing and he needed something to take his mind off of the jealousy he was feeling. He really had no right to feel that way. He did not understand it. He and Colm had shared many women over the years, but for some reason he did not want to share this one. He knew that Colm had feelings for the lass, and that bothered him. Apparently, Annabelle had some feelings for Colm as well. What made her different? “Derek!” he heard from behind him. He almost ignored it, but he recognized the voice as Megan’s. He stopped and turned toward the old woman. He did