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kitchen.”
Graeme’s elegant eyebrows shot upward. “You what?”
“I’d best go unpack your trunks,” Alyce said, scooting out the door. “I’m not needed here.”
“Coward,” Blair hissed as her friend left her alone to face Graeme’s wrath.
“ ’Tis just as well she left,” Graeme said. “Alyce is a wise woman. Now, Blair, please explain yourself. Glenda’s duties are none of your concern.”
“I beg to disagree, my lord,” Blair said sweetly. “Am I not your wife?”
“That’s debatable,” Graeme groused.
Blair chose to ignore his comment. “As your wife, I have complete authority over the servants, do I not?”
“Under normal circumstances,” Graeme allowed. “But our marriage is . . . unusual, to say the least. You are not truly my wife, are you?”
“Father Lachlan would disagree.”
“You’re avoiding the subject, Blair. As for Glenda, she is answerable to no one but me.”
Blair’s eyes narrowed. “As you wish, laird.”
A smile stretched the corners of Graeme’s lips. “Och, lass, you’re jealous.”
“Jealous!” Blair huffed. “I barely know you. How can I be jealous?”
His smile widened as he extended his hand and stroked her satiny cheek. “I can remedy that, lass. I know a way we can become better acquainted verra quick.”
Blair was sorely tempted. Graeme must have noted her indecision. Before she knew how it happened, she was in his arms, his lips plundering hers. Then she felt the blunt force of his tongue exploring her mouth. His hand tangled in her hair, his mouth a bruising pressure as his kiss turned fierce.
The Prophecy,
an inner voice warned.
Heed the Prophecy. Dinna lose your heart.
Of course Blair knew why she couldn’t lose her heart but she was in no mood to listen to reason. Graeme’s kisses were making her wild to experience the pleasure she had known in her dreams. Her dreams had never shown her the glory of completion with Graeme; they had stopped just short of that wondrous knowledge.
Lust shot through Graeme as swiftly as a sword. He broke off the kiss and lifted his head to stare at Blair. Her eyes were closed, her lips cherry red and wet, her expression dazed.
She’s mine
, he thought exultantly. Once he bedded her, this mad desire for her would cease. Sweeping her into his arms, he took possession of her lips in a long, slow kiss that was deliberately seductive. With Blair secure in his arms, eagerly returning his kisses, he walked toward the door, wild to be inside her.
Blair must have been aware of his movement, for she shrugged free of his kiss, her eyes wide with alarm. “Where are you taking me?”
“To bed. It’s what we both want.”
“Nay! Put me down.”
“Why are you fighting this? We’re wed. The church expects us to have children. And there is only one way for that to happen. Dinna you want children, lass?”
Her face assumed a wistful expression. “Aye, I do . . . but . . .”
She would love to have children. But first she wanted to know why Graeme was so set on having her in his bed. They scarcely knew one another, and he had been a reluctant bridegroom.
“Why do you want me, Graeme? I am not beautiful. You yourself said I am . . . strange, and I am not experienced in bed play.” She counted his hesitation in heartbeats.
“You think you’re not beautiful?”
“People see no beauty in me, only evil.”
He set her on her feet. “I see only beauty. I must admit you’re not what I was led to believe.”
She smiled sadly. “Did you think I had a wart on my nose and stringy black hair, and flew about on a broomstick?”
His silence answered her question. She turned away.
“If you’re convinced I’ve brought evil to Stonehaven, go away and leave me to my unpacking,” Blair said, pushing away from him. “My herbs should be hung from the rafters and my unguents and ointments put away in cupboards.”
“So you’re denying us again, are you, lass? Verra well, I willna press you. ’Tis your
Graeme’s elegant eyebrows shot upward. “You what?”
“I’d best go unpack your trunks,” Alyce said, scooting out the door. “I’m not needed here.”
“Coward,” Blair hissed as her friend left her alone to face Graeme’s wrath.
“ ’Tis just as well she left,” Graeme said. “Alyce is a wise woman. Now, Blair, please explain yourself. Glenda’s duties are none of your concern.”
“I beg to disagree, my lord,” Blair said sweetly. “Am I not your wife?”
“That’s debatable,” Graeme groused.
Blair chose to ignore his comment. “As your wife, I have complete authority over the servants, do I not?”
“Under normal circumstances,” Graeme allowed. “But our marriage is . . . unusual, to say the least. You are not truly my wife, are you?”
“Father Lachlan would disagree.”
“You’re avoiding the subject, Blair. As for Glenda, she is answerable to no one but me.”
Blair’s eyes narrowed. “As you wish, laird.”
A smile stretched the corners of Graeme’s lips. “Och, lass, you’re jealous.”
“Jealous!” Blair huffed. “I barely know you. How can I be jealous?”
His smile widened as he extended his hand and stroked her satiny cheek. “I can remedy that, lass. I know a way we can become better acquainted verra quick.”
Blair was sorely tempted. Graeme must have noted her indecision. Before she knew how it happened, she was in his arms, his lips plundering hers. Then she felt the blunt force of his tongue exploring her mouth. His hand tangled in her hair, his mouth a bruising pressure as his kiss turned fierce.
The Prophecy,
an inner voice warned.
Heed the Prophecy. Dinna lose your heart.
Of course Blair knew why she couldn’t lose her heart but she was in no mood to listen to reason. Graeme’s kisses were making her wild to experience the pleasure she had known in her dreams. Her dreams had never shown her the glory of completion with Graeme; they had stopped just short of that wondrous knowledge.
Lust shot through Graeme as swiftly as a sword. He broke off the kiss and lifted his head to stare at Blair. Her eyes were closed, her lips cherry red and wet, her expression dazed.
She’s mine
, he thought exultantly. Once he bedded her, this mad desire for her would cease. Sweeping her into his arms, he took possession of her lips in a long, slow kiss that was deliberately seductive. With Blair secure in his arms, eagerly returning his kisses, he walked toward the door, wild to be inside her.
Blair must have been aware of his movement, for she shrugged free of his kiss, her eyes wide with alarm. “Where are you taking me?”
“To bed. It’s what we both want.”
“Nay! Put me down.”
“Why are you fighting this? We’re wed. The church expects us to have children. And there is only one way for that to happen. Dinna you want children, lass?”
Her face assumed a wistful expression. “Aye, I do . . . but . . .”
She would love to have children. But first she wanted to know why Graeme was so set on having her in his bed. They scarcely knew one another, and he had been a reluctant bridegroom.
“Why do you want me, Graeme? I am not beautiful. You yourself said I am . . . strange, and I am not experienced in bed play.” She counted his hesitation in heartbeats.
“You think you’re not beautiful?”
“People see no beauty in me, only evil.”
He set her on her feet. “I see only beauty. I must admit you’re not what I was led to believe.”
She smiled sadly. “Did you think I had a wart on my nose and stringy black hair, and flew about on a broomstick?”
His silence answered her question. She turned away.
“If you’re convinced I’ve brought evil to Stonehaven, go away and leave me to my unpacking,” Blair said, pushing away from him. “My herbs should be hung from the rafters and my unguents and ointments put away in cupboards.”
“So you’re denying us again, are you, lass? Verra well, I willna press you. ’Tis your
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