A Saint at the Highland Court: The Highland Ladies Book Six by Barclay Celeste

Author:Barclay, Celeste
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-16T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Nine

Blair forced herself to act surprised when Hardi arrived the following morning just after the clan members finished breaking their fast. Artair glanced between Hardi and Blair, mollified that Blair hadn’t expected Hardi’s arrival. Lady Robena offered Hardi food despite the meal ending. He politely declined, explaining he’d already eaten. Hardi struggled to keep his eyes off Blair as he thought about what would satisfy a distinct hunger. From the tinge of pink in her cheeks, Hardi was certain Blair’s mind drifted in the same direction as hers.

“Chieftain MacDonald, I ask for the use of yer solar this morning. I am overdue for ma next lesson.”

“You and Lady Blair can’t be alone,” Artair huffed, then a slyness that set Hardi on edge slid into the man’s eyes.

“That’s why Lady Blair’s maid shall accompany us,” Hardi explained. Hardi’s earnest expression made Artair’s smugness fizzle. Blair pushed away from the table, snagging an apple as she went. She tossed it into the air as she walked past Artair. It wasn’t long before Hardi, Blair, and Maeve were ensconced in the chieftain’s solar. Maeve discreetly took a seat in a chair across the chamber from the couple who sat at the far end of the table. Hardi pulled a stack of missives from his sporran. All were open despite being addressed to him. He was certain Faolán had justified reading them by arguing that Hardi’s return was overdue and they might be urgent. Blair scanned their contents, sorting them into piles. One pile made her lip curl in disgust.

“What’s wrong with those?” Hardi asked when he noticed her expression.

“They’re all marriage inquiries,” Blair grumbled.

“I can answer those.” When Blair cast him a suspicious glance, he chuckled. “I believe I can write ‘nay thank ye’.”

Blair pursed her lips and shot him an annoyed look before smiling and shaking her head. Hardi ignored Maeve, who studiously ignored them. He cupped Blair’s face and kissed her. She grasped his upper arms to steady her as she leaned forward. Hardi was ready to ease Blair onto his lap when he recalled that they weren’t alone, even if Maeve pretended to be invisible.

“In fact, since those are the simplest to write, can we do them first?” Hardi asked. Blare nodded as Hardi pulled a sheaf of blank, folded vellum from his sporran. “I wasna kidding aboot writing nay thank ye, but I would appreciate yer help to ensure I write it correctly.”

“Ye’ll have to write more than just that.”

“How aboot ‘nay thank ye. I dinna want yer daughter because I have someone better’?” Hardi suggested with a grin.

“Incorrigible,” Blair muttered. “How aboot ‘I must decline yer offer. I am already in negotiations for a betrothal’?”

“Vera well. But I still like ma version better.”

“I’m sure ye do. Do ye want me to write the missives or write out the wording and ye copy it in yer own hand?”

Hardi sat back in his chair as he considered Blair’s question. He was unsure of what to choose. He opted for Blair’s advice instead.

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