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coven, and marrying some English lord she hardly knew wasn’t in her future.
Jeannie blinked her eyes open, and the very strange conversation came to an end. The three of them rode in silence until the sun began to sink below the horizon.
Finally Cait broke the quiet when the coach rolled to a stop outside an inn. “We’re ta change the horses and keep goin’,” she informed her maid.
“No.” Dashiel shook his head. “We all need some rest. We’ll stay here for the night.”
His amber eyes danced with something she couldn’t quite identify, but it had her belly twisting and panic coursing through her veins.
“We will do no such thing,” she declared as he helped her alight from the coach. “Perhaps his lordship would like ta rest, and I think that is a wonderful idea. But I plan ta move on.”
“Do you have to argue with everything I say?” he asked.
“Do ye have ta dictate ta me as though I’m still in leadin’ strings? I made it all the way ta Hampshire by myself. I assure ye that I can find my own way home.”
“That will not happen.” He suddenly looked dark and dangerous. “I need you, Miss Macleod.”
She wasn’t prepared to discuss this any further. Especially not in front of Jeannie. “Ye’ll no’ be permitted ta hound me for the rest of my days, my lord. I’ll no’ stand for it.”
“You’re using the word hound to prove your point, I assume.” He shook his head, a faint smile lingering about his lips. “I’ve been called worse, Miss Macleod. Much worse.” A shadow crossed his face as he clenched his jaw.
“I doona do well in crowded places such as this,” she finally admitted. Already, she could see the futures of people she didn’t know. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
For some strange reason, she trusted that he would try. And that worried her more than the thoughts of a hundred futures clouding her head. She had to do something about Dashiel Thorpe before it was too late. Before she lost her heart and mind completely to the man. And she had to do something sooner rather than later.
Eight
Dash stepped into the taproom with Caitrin following closely behind. The woman didn’t trust him to care for her needs. He’d never had to care for another person, but he had to admit he liked it quite a bit. If only she’d let him try.
He turned to ask her a question and was quickly taken aback by the wince on her face.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he cupped her elbow.
“Fine,” she gritted through her teeth. Her pretty blue eyes were shut tightly for a moment. Then she opened them slowly and sighed. “I’m fine,” she said a little more congenially.
“You’re not fine,” he contradicted as he tipped her chin up with his crooked finger, forcing her to look at him.
“I told ye I dinna want ta stop.” She swung her head to shake off his attention. “But ye dinna listen, ye beast. If ye plan ta make me stay, ye can at least let me go ta my room.”
The innkeeper smiled from behind his counter. “A room for you and your wife, sir?”
“Yes,” he started, but Caitrin cut him off.
“Two please?”
“We only need one ,” Dash said, forcing himself not to raise his lip in warning. It took all of his strength to keep from acting like the beast he truly was.
“We need two ,” Caitrin insisted, glaring at him instead of the innkeeper.
Dash scratched the stubble on his chin for a moment. There were bigger battles to win. He nodded his head, slightly. “My wife prefers her space.”
The innkeeper smirked as he turned to get another key.
A moment later, Dash motioned for her to precede him up the stairs. He watched the easy sway of her hips and immediately wished she was his wife. In every sense of the word. What he wouldn’t give to wrap his arms around her and draw her to him with no restrictions. For now, he’d take a smile. Smile at me, lass.
Of course, she didn’t. She fit her key in
Jeannie blinked her eyes open, and the very strange conversation came to an end. The three of them rode in silence until the sun began to sink below the horizon.
Finally Cait broke the quiet when the coach rolled to a stop outside an inn. “We’re ta change the horses and keep goin’,” she informed her maid.
“No.” Dashiel shook his head. “We all need some rest. We’ll stay here for the night.”
His amber eyes danced with something she couldn’t quite identify, but it had her belly twisting and panic coursing through her veins.
“We will do no such thing,” she declared as he helped her alight from the coach. “Perhaps his lordship would like ta rest, and I think that is a wonderful idea. But I plan ta move on.”
“Do you have to argue with everything I say?” he asked.
“Do ye have ta dictate ta me as though I’m still in leadin’ strings? I made it all the way ta Hampshire by myself. I assure ye that I can find my own way home.”
“That will not happen.” He suddenly looked dark and dangerous. “I need you, Miss Macleod.”
She wasn’t prepared to discuss this any further. Especially not in front of Jeannie. “Ye’ll no’ be permitted ta hound me for the rest of my days, my lord. I’ll no’ stand for it.”
“You’re using the word hound to prove your point, I assume.” He shook his head, a faint smile lingering about his lips. “I’ve been called worse, Miss Macleod. Much worse.” A shadow crossed his face as he clenched his jaw.
“I doona do well in crowded places such as this,” she finally admitted. Already, she could see the futures of people she didn’t know. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
For some strange reason, she trusted that he would try. And that worried her more than the thoughts of a hundred futures clouding her head. She had to do something about Dashiel Thorpe before it was too late. Before she lost her heart and mind completely to the man. And she had to do something sooner rather than later.
Eight
Dash stepped into the taproom with Caitrin following closely behind. The woman didn’t trust him to care for her needs. He’d never had to care for another person, but he had to admit he liked it quite a bit. If only she’d let him try.
He turned to ask her a question and was quickly taken aback by the wince on her face.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he cupped her elbow.
“Fine,” she gritted through her teeth. Her pretty blue eyes were shut tightly for a moment. Then she opened them slowly and sighed. “I’m fine,” she said a little more congenially.
“You’re not fine,” he contradicted as he tipped her chin up with his crooked finger, forcing her to look at him.
“I told ye I dinna want ta stop.” She swung her head to shake off his attention. “But ye dinna listen, ye beast. If ye plan ta make me stay, ye can at least let me go ta my room.”
The innkeeper smiled from behind his counter. “A room for you and your wife, sir?”
“Yes,” he started, but Caitrin cut him off.
“Two please?”
“We only need one ,” Dash said, forcing himself not to raise his lip in warning. It took all of his strength to keep from acting like the beast he truly was.
“We need two ,” Caitrin insisted, glaring at him instead of the innkeeper.
Dash scratched the stubble on his chin for a moment. There were bigger battles to win. He nodded his head, slightly. “My wife prefers her space.”
The innkeeper smirked as he turned to get another key.
A moment later, Dash motioned for her to precede him up the stairs. He watched the easy sway of her hips and immediately wished she was his wife. In every sense of the word. What he wouldn’t give to wrap his arms around her and draw her to him with no restrictions. For now, he’d take a smile. Smile at me, lass.
Of course, she didn’t. She fit her key in
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