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Authors: Constance O'Banyon
Tags: Fiction, adventure, Romance, Historical, Adult, Action, Regency, 19th century, Daughter, family feud, Scottish Highlands, honor, DeWinter Family, HIGHLAND LOVE SONG, English Duke, Highland Castle, Warrick Glencarin, Betrothed, Bitter Anger, Scot Warriors, Loving Touch
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the Nightingale , hoping to convince Grandfather to accept you."
"No one, not even that old man, will keep me from seeing Arrian married. If he does not relent, the wedding will simply take place in England."
"Have you said this to Arrian?"
"I have."
"And what was her reaction?"
A satisfied look came into Raile's eyes. "Our daughter will not marry in Scotland unless I'm with her."
"I agree," Kassidy said. "But you don't know Grandfather."
"We may never meet, Kassidy."
"I wanted the wedding to take place at Ravenworth, but it was important to Arrian that she be married at Davinsham." Kassidy clutched her husband's hand, knowing he would not be pleased when she told him her idea. "I believe, Raile, it would be wise if I went on ahead to join Aunt Mary and Arrian. I will add my pleas to theirs and persuade Grandfather to acknowledge you. I know he'll do it for me."
"I don't like this," Raile said, tightening his grip on her hand. "I'd rather you returned to England with me."
"But don't you see what this means to Arrian? I believe I should try to change Grandfather's mind about you."
"I don't want you to go to Scotland without me, and I must return to England."
"After you have concluded your business in London, you and Michael can join me." Kassidy leaned her head against Raile's shoulder and linked her arm through his. "Please, Raile."
Their son watched Raile's eyes soften with adoration. His mother would have her way today, of that Michael had little doubt.
Raile shouted up to the coachman. "To Calais, Atkins, to where the Nightingale is anchored."
Michael couldn't help but smile at how easily his mother had overcome his father's objections. The coach lurched forward, and the young viscount soon lost interest in his parents. His gaze followed a pretty young woman as she hurried down the street. When the girl disappeared into a shop, Lord Michael's thoughts returned to the family. He was looking forward to being with his sister. Their family would never be the same after her marriage. If their mother was the heart of the family, Arrian was the soul. What would they do without her?
When Raile escorted Kassidy on board the Nightingale , his eyes were filled with indecision. "I still think you should come with me."
"I must do this, Raile. And remember you are to speak before Parliament on the twenty-third. You will have to take ship for England no later than Monday next."
"I know, I know."
Kassidy gazed up at him, smiling. "It won't be long until we are reunited, dearest. We must just be patient."
"I don't like to be separated from you."
"But you'll have our son to keep you from being lonely."
Raile hugged her to him. "Take the greatest care of yourself."
A breath of icy wind chilled Kassidy, touching her with a feeling of deep foreboding. Glancing at her son, she saw by his expression that he'd felt it also.
Scots were of a suspicious nature and would call her intuition a forewarning or a bad omen. She only knew that something was dreadfully wrong, and she would not be at ease until she saw Arrian again. But she decided that it would be unwise to share her distress with her husband.
"Good-bye, my dearest," she said, pressing her cheek against Raile's. "I shan't sleep well until we are together again."
"Nor will I," he said, aching to keep her with him.
Michael hugged his mother and smiled. "When next we meet, it will be on Scottish soil."
Kassidy felt the deck pitch beneath her feet as her husband and son left the ship. Already she missed them, but her daughter needed her—she could feel it.
Hours had passed since Arrian had confronted Lord Warrick, but her apprehension had not lessened. She sat before a smoldering fire, startled by every noise. If only her aunt would awaken and tell her what to do.
Hearing a soft rap on the door, Arrian scrambled to her feet. She hurried to press her ear against the door. "Who is it?"
"Tis Barra. I've come to tend your aunt."
With great relief, Arrian moved
"No one, not even that old man, will keep me from seeing Arrian married. If he does not relent, the wedding will simply take place in England."
"Have you said this to Arrian?"
"I have."
"And what was her reaction?"
A satisfied look came into Raile's eyes. "Our daughter will not marry in Scotland unless I'm with her."
"I agree," Kassidy said. "But you don't know Grandfather."
"We may never meet, Kassidy."
"I wanted the wedding to take place at Ravenworth, but it was important to Arrian that she be married at Davinsham." Kassidy clutched her husband's hand, knowing he would not be pleased when she told him her idea. "I believe, Raile, it would be wise if I went on ahead to join Aunt Mary and Arrian. I will add my pleas to theirs and persuade Grandfather to acknowledge you. I know he'll do it for me."
"I don't like this," Raile said, tightening his grip on her hand. "I'd rather you returned to England with me."
"But don't you see what this means to Arrian? I believe I should try to change Grandfather's mind about you."
"I don't want you to go to Scotland without me, and I must return to England."
"After you have concluded your business in London, you and Michael can join me." Kassidy leaned her head against Raile's shoulder and linked her arm through his. "Please, Raile."
Their son watched Raile's eyes soften with adoration. His mother would have her way today, of that Michael had little doubt.
Raile shouted up to the coachman. "To Calais, Atkins, to where the Nightingale is anchored."
Michael couldn't help but smile at how easily his mother had overcome his father's objections. The coach lurched forward, and the young viscount soon lost interest in his parents. His gaze followed a pretty young woman as she hurried down the street. When the girl disappeared into a shop, Lord Michael's thoughts returned to the family. He was looking forward to being with his sister. Their family would never be the same after her marriage. If their mother was the heart of the family, Arrian was the soul. What would they do without her?
When Raile escorted Kassidy on board the Nightingale , his eyes were filled with indecision. "I still think you should come with me."
"I must do this, Raile. And remember you are to speak before Parliament on the twenty-third. You will have to take ship for England no later than Monday next."
"I know, I know."
Kassidy gazed up at him, smiling. "It won't be long until we are reunited, dearest. We must just be patient."
"I don't like to be separated from you."
"But you'll have our son to keep you from being lonely."
Raile hugged her to him. "Take the greatest care of yourself."
A breath of icy wind chilled Kassidy, touching her with a feeling of deep foreboding. Glancing at her son, she saw by his expression that he'd felt it also.
Scots were of a suspicious nature and would call her intuition a forewarning or a bad omen. She only knew that something was dreadfully wrong, and she would not be at ease until she saw Arrian again. But she decided that it would be unwise to share her distress with her husband.
"Good-bye, my dearest," she said, pressing her cheek against Raile's. "I shan't sleep well until we are together again."
"Nor will I," he said, aching to keep her with him.
Michael hugged his mother and smiled. "When next we meet, it will be on Scottish soil."
Kassidy felt the deck pitch beneath her feet as her husband and son left the ship. Already she missed them, but her daughter needed her—she could feel it.
Hours had passed since Arrian had confronted Lord Warrick, but her apprehension had not lessened. She sat before a smoldering fire, startled by every noise. If only her aunt would awaken and tell her what to do.
Hearing a soft rap on the door, Arrian scrambled to her feet. She hurried to press her ear against the door. "Who is it?"
"Tis Barra. I've come to tend your aunt."
With great relief, Arrian moved
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