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Authors: Eliza Knight
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person in the room. If she needed to be straightened out of her odd thinking, Aunt Fiona would be the one to help. Or at the very least, give her a sound talking to that made Lorna never want to look at another man again. Especially his knees.
When she reached her aunt, Fiona gave her a side glance, but there was no reprimand as Lorna had anticipated. No scathing remarks. If anything, the woman had a scheming look about her. Fiona smirked, almost pleased with herself. But how could that possibly be? She glanced at her aunt’s hands, half expecting to see a jug of near empty wine. But there was nothing. It was entirely possible she’d been partaking of wine before coming down to the great hall, but that was very unlike her aunt. Nay, this was something much different. Fiona glanced over Lorna’s shoulder in the direction of Jamie, again a secret smile curved her lips as she caught Lorna’s gaze.
Lorna frowned for a moment, not quite understanding why her aunt might look so—
Oh nay! Nay, nay, nay, nay… Her aunt was scheming all right and Lorna had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Jamie and herself. That would not do. Not at all.
While her aunt’s attention turned back to the few clanswomen she was discussing a new embroidery pattern with, Lorna snuck a glance back over her shoulder toward Jamie. A gasp stuck in her throat to see that he , too, was watching her. Her throat went dry. Underarms grew slick. Saints, but every time she was around this man she felt sick. Her stomach flipped, heart pounded.
His dark gaze was intense, and she had the sudden overwhelming urge to find out what it was he was thinking. But would she want to confess her own thoughts?
Nay, nay she wouldn’t. For then she’d have to run to confession and explain to Father Hurley that she’d most definitely been having sinful thoughts—because she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for that brawny Highlander to put his arms around her, to brush his lips over hers and to breathe in his scent which had to be just as male as he looked. And just as intoxicating.
Again her face heated. She’d not felt herself blush so much in one day the whole of her life. She jerked her gaze back toward her aunt to find not only Fiona but the several women she’d been speaking with staring at her. Her aunt held the same pleased expression, and the other women smiled knowingly. Ugh. Lorna wanted to run from the room and vomit. Why did her interest in a man have to be a clan affair?
“What?” she asked, acting nonchalant with a slight lift of her shoulder.
Aunt Fiona tried to hide her smi le while the clanswomen did no such thing—they grinned full out now from ear to ear.
“Do ye have a beau, lass?” Margaret, wife of the clan tanner asked, her eyes flicking toward Jamie.
Lorna’s hand flew to her neck and she pretended offense. “Nay! I barely know the man. I only found out earlier that he’d been the one to save me when…” She trailed off, hoping the women would get the hint, but none seemed to notice, and she supposed she shouldn’t have used such a tragic event to change the subject anyway.
“I barely knew my Angus,” piped in Rebecca, wife of one of Magnus’ warriors, while the other ladies chirped in agreement.
“Aye, love comes in time,” Margaret said.
The muscles of Lorna’s eyes burned to roll, but she held them steady. “I’m nay marrying the man,” she whispered harshly. “Dinna say another word on the subject.”
She was certain to be thoroughly chastised by Aunt Fiona for the way she spoke, but once again her aunt shocked her by simply smiling and nodding slowly.
Lorna huffed a breath. “If ye will excuse me.” She whirled in an attempt to find her sister Heather, and smacked face to chest into the man in question.
Her hands came up involuntarily to protect herself and landed against hard muscle. Good God, he was like a wall. A thick, muscled, completely gorgeous wall. He
When she reached her aunt, Fiona gave her a side glance, but there was no reprimand as Lorna had anticipated. No scathing remarks. If anything, the woman had a scheming look about her. Fiona smirked, almost pleased with herself. But how could that possibly be? She glanced at her aunt’s hands, half expecting to see a jug of near empty wine. But there was nothing. It was entirely possible she’d been partaking of wine before coming down to the great hall, but that was very unlike her aunt. Nay, this was something much different. Fiona glanced over Lorna’s shoulder in the direction of Jamie, again a secret smile curved her lips as she caught Lorna’s gaze.
Lorna frowned for a moment, not quite understanding why her aunt might look so—
Oh nay! Nay, nay, nay, nay… Her aunt was scheming all right and Lorna had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Jamie and herself. That would not do. Not at all.
While her aunt’s attention turned back to the few clanswomen she was discussing a new embroidery pattern with, Lorna snuck a glance back over her shoulder toward Jamie. A gasp stuck in her throat to see that he , too, was watching her. Her throat went dry. Underarms grew slick. Saints, but every time she was around this man she felt sick. Her stomach flipped, heart pounded.
His dark gaze was intense, and she had the sudden overwhelming urge to find out what it was he was thinking. But would she want to confess her own thoughts?
Nay, nay she wouldn’t. For then she’d have to run to confession and explain to Father Hurley that she’d most definitely been having sinful thoughts—because she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for that brawny Highlander to put his arms around her, to brush his lips over hers and to breathe in his scent which had to be just as male as he looked. And just as intoxicating.
Again her face heated. She’d not felt herself blush so much in one day the whole of her life. She jerked her gaze back toward her aunt to find not only Fiona but the several women she’d been speaking with staring at her. Her aunt held the same pleased expression, and the other women smiled knowingly. Ugh. Lorna wanted to run from the room and vomit. Why did her interest in a man have to be a clan affair?
“What?” she asked, acting nonchalant with a slight lift of her shoulder.
Aunt Fiona tried to hide her smi le while the clanswomen did no such thing—they grinned full out now from ear to ear.
“Do ye have a beau, lass?” Margaret, wife of the clan tanner asked, her eyes flicking toward Jamie.
Lorna’s hand flew to her neck and she pretended offense. “Nay! I barely know the man. I only found out earlier that he’d been the one to save me when…” She trailed off, hoping the women would get the hint, but none seemed to notice, and she supposed she shouldn’t have used such a tragic event to change the subject anyway.
“I barely knew my Angus,” piped in Rebecca, wife of one of Magnus’ warriors, while the other ladies chirped in agreement.
“Aye, love comes in time,” Margaret said.
The muscles of Lorna’s eyes burned to roll, but she held them steady. “I’m nay marrying the man,” she whispered harshly. “Dinna say another word on the subject.”
She was certain to be thoroughly chastised by Aunt Fiona for the way she spoke, but once again her aunt shocked her by simply smiling and nodding slowly.
Lorna huffed a breath. “If ye will excuse me.” She whirled in an attempt to find her sister Heather, and smacked face to chest into the man in question.
Her hands came up involuntarily to protect herself and landed against hard muscle. Good God, he was like a wall. A thick, muscled, completely gorgeous wall. He
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