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her tighter.
“Ciaran,” she murmured sleepily.
“Aye, I am here,” he reassured her. God help him. He knew at that moment he needed to enjoy the warmth while it lasted because he had made a decision. Come first light, she would not like it—not like it at all.
His vow of not becoming involved with her was solid, but his honor would not allow him to leave her here unattended. Whether the lass liked it or not, she would travel with him to Glenorchy. Once he delivered her to Glengarry, his conscience would be clear. Rosalia snuggled in closer and let out a sigh. Ciaran closed his eyes, having no intention of permitting himself to get too close to her. No intention whatsoever.
***
Rosalia was bathed in heat. It was delightful. She breathed in the spicy scent and sighed. Arms tightened around her as she stirred, and she realized that Ciaran slept next to her. Remembering most of their speech last eve, she did not want this to end—well, at least the part of Ciaran sleeping next to her. It felt… right.
“How do ye fare, Rosalia?”
She jumped, having thought he was still fast asleep. “I feel… I donna know,” she said, confused.
“’Tis probably the ale. It will pass,” he said in a warm, comforting tone. There was a knock on the door and she stiffened in his arms. “Aye?”
“Ciaran, Calum is readying our mounts,” said Aiden through the door.
He sighed. “Give me a few moments.”
She was not surprised that he wished to take his leave so early this morn. It was as they had discussed, but Rosalia could not stay the feelings he stirred within her. Glengarry was her destiny, not some Highland laird she met along the way. She needed to quit dreaming and come back to reality. She was never meant to be with someone like him .
Raising his hand, Ciaran gently rubbed her cheek. “I will let ye take care of your personal needs and then I need to speak with ye.”
She nodded her head in agreement.
He fled the bed fully clothed and sat at the table to put on his boots. He fastened his sword, grabbed the ale and his sack, and gave her a brief nod as he departed. She could be so foolish. Ciaran offered her comfort, nothing more. She was thankful for his kindness toward her because if anyone else had found her, she might not have been so lucky.
Rising from the bed, Rosalia felt slightly better than she had the day before. She was definitely sore, but it was not as unbearable. She took care of her personal needs and approached her sack. Picking up the day dress, she decided to pack it. There could be a need for it. After all, she could not greet her seanmhair in trews. She sat down and donned her boots. Grabbing her bundle, she swung open the door and found Ciaran waited for her, leaning up against the wall.
He took her gently by the arm and escorted her back into the room. “Rosalia, I need but a moment.”
Turning around, she placed her sack on the bed.
“How do ye fare? Does your head ache from the ale?” he asked, a half smile crossing his features.
“Actually, nay. I feel better than last eve.”
“Truly?”
“Aye. What happened to your jaw?” she asked, reaching out to touch it.
“’Tis naught. My mount brought his head up when I was putting on his bridle.” He paused for a moment, studying her intently. “When we spoke last eve, ye told me ye travel to Glengarry to seek your seanmhair .”
Rosalia stiffened. “Aye. And I wasnae that far into my cups to hear ye say ye wouldnae keep me from my journey,” she said tersely.
Ciaran tilted his brow, looking at her with uncertainty. “I willnae, but I have something to ask ye.”
“And what is that, my laird?” she asked hesitantly.
“Ye will come with me to Glenorchy—”
“Nay! Ye and your men have done enough. Ye need to be home, my laird, and I need to travel to Glengarry. I willnae accept your pity. ”
A swift shadow of anger swept across his face. “ Pity? Rosalia, ye arenae listening to me,” he bellowed. When she
“Ciaran,” she murmured sleepily.
“Aye, I am here,” he reassured her. God help him. He knew at that moment he needed to enjoy the warmth while it lasted because he had made a decision. Come first light, she would not like it—not like it at all.
His vow of not becoming involved with her was solid, but his honor would not allow him to leave her here unattended. Whether the lass liked it or not, she would travel with him to Glenorchy. Once he delivered her to Glengarry, his conscience would be clear. Rosalia snuggled in closer and let out a sigh. Ciaran closed his eyes, having no intention of permitting himself to get too close to her. No intention whatsoever.
***
Rosalia was bathed in heat. It was delightful. She breathed in the spicy scent and sighed. Arms tightened around her as she stirred, and she realized that Ciaran slept next to her. Remembering most of their speech last eve, she did not want this to end—well, at least the part of Ciaran sleeping next to her. It felt… right.
“How do ye fare, Rosalia?”
She jumped, having thought he was still fast asleep. “I feel… I donna know,” she said, confused.
“’Tis probably the ale. It will pass,” he said in a warm, comforting tone. There was a knock on the door and she stiffened in his arms. “Aye?”
“Ciaran, Calum is readying our mounts,” said Aiden through the door.
He sighed. “Give me a few moments.”
She was not surprised that he wished to take his leave so early this morn. It was as they had discussed, but Rosalia could not stay the feelings he stirred within her. Glengarry was her destiny, not some Highland laird she met along the way. She needed to quit dreaming and come back to reality. She was never meant to be with someone like him .
Raising his hand, Ciaran gently rubbed her cheek. “I will let ye take care of your personal needs and then I need to speak with ye.”
She nodded her head in agreement.
He fled the bed fully clothed and sat at the table to put on his boots. He fastened his sword, grabbed the ale and his sack, and gave her a brief nod as he departed. She could be so foolish. Ciaran offered her comfort, nothing more. She was thankful for his kindness toward her because if anyone else had found her, she might not have been so lucky.
Rising from the bed, Rosalia felt slightly better than she had the day before. She was definitely sore, but it was not as unbearable. She took care of her personal needs and approached her sack. Picking up the day dress, she decided to pack it. There could be a need for it. After all, she could not greet her seanmhair in trews. She sat down and donned her boots. Grabbing her bundle, she swung open the door and found Ciaran waited for her, leaning up against the wall.
He took her gently by the arm and escorted her back into the room. “Rosalia, I need but a moment.”
Turning around, she placed her sack on the bed.
“How do ye fare? Does your head ache from the ale?” he asked, a half smile crossing his features.
“Actually, nay. I feel better than last eve.”
“Truly?”
“Aye. What happened to your jaw?” she asked, reaching out to touch it.
“’Tis naught. My mount brought his head up when I was putting on his bridle.” He paused for a moment, studying her intently. “When we spoke last eve, ye told me ye travel to Glengarry to seek your seanmhair .”
Rosalia stiffened. “Aye. And I wasnae that far into my cups to hear ye say ye wouldnae keep me from my journey,” she said tersely.
Ciaran tilted his brow, looking at her with uncertainty. “I willnae, but I have something to ask ye.”
“And what is that, my laird?” she asked hesitantly.
“Ye will come with me to Glenorchy—”
“Nay! Ye and your men have done enough. Ye need to be home, my laird, and I need to travel to Glengarry. I willnae accept your pity. ”
A swift shadow of anger swept across his face. “ Pity? Rosalia, ye arenae listening to me,” he bellowed. When she
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