A Highlander's Woman (Highland Heartbeats Book 12) by Aileen Adams

Author:Aileen Adams [Adams, Aileen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-17T16:00:00+00:00

13

The household still fairly buzzed like a hive full of bees in the days after the festival. Padraig became accustomed to the giggling of the lasses as they went about their daily tasks, especially when he was in the vicinity. He’d become something of a legend to them, it seemed.

So long as it did not interfere with their work, he minded not.

If anything, he enjoyed it somewhat. But only because their giggling and sidelong glances reminded him of the only woman whose opinion mattered to him, and of the way her eyes had shone when they’d met his. He’d never known such gratification until then.

He’d been her hero. Every man wished to be a hero in the eyes of the woman he favored.

He merely wished she were a woman he could favor openly, rather than keeping up the pretense that she mattered not at all.

At the very least, she was behaving more favorably toward him. He did not flatter himself by believing her change in demeanor had anything to do with the festival, though he would not have minded if it were so.

The fact was this—he had wished to take her in his arms and kiss her then and there, in front of dozens or perhaps hundreds of people. He had wished to show them she was his, and she was proud of him, the way Fergus had kissed Moira when he was so proud of her.

He’d been the only one of the Anderson men without a woman. While knowing he’d bested a man roughly the size of an ox was hardly anything to be ashamed of, he felt separate once again.

All he would have needed to do was take the woman in his arms.

She would have slapped his face, like as not.

A rap on the door stirred him from his daydreams—he’d had many of those as of late, when he’d once prided himself on discipline of mind. It was that discipline which had enabled him to pull the damned cart, after all.

Fergus looked abashed as he entered. “If this is a disturbance to ye, I can return at a later time.”

“Nay, please. Ye dinna need to speak to me as though ye were the lass who changes the bed linens,” Padraig chuckled, waving him inside.

Fergus smirked. “Aye, or else I would be batting my eyes at ye and pursing my lips.”

“Now, see here—”

“Not that I blame them,” Fergus continued as he sat, stretching out his legs near the fire. It was an unusually chill day, even for late September. “Ye made quite a hero of yourself at the festival.”

“They shall forget it, as women are wont to do,” Padraig predicted. Then, he grew serious. “Is there something ye wish to speak to me about?” It was unusual for Fergus to appear at the door to his study, unannounced and uninvited.

Fergus nodded, his deep sigh telling Padraig this was not good news. He’d almost hoped his friend was about to announce the arrival of a bairn, as the pair of them were wed not long after Gavina’s birth and the child was nearly a year old.

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