From Suits to Kilts by Callie Berkham

Author:Callie Berkham [Berkham, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: time travel romance, Historical Romance, Scottish Romance, Clean and Wholesome romance
Publisher: DCF Books
Published: 2019-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Iain woke. His head ached as if someone had hit him with an axe head. His blurry sight had him wondering if he’d had sand thrown into his eyes. He blinked, but his eyelids ached with the movement. And as if that small movement sent a quaking throughout his body, every nerve screamed at the intrusion.

He stilled and concentrated his focus.

Reward.

Through his hazy vision, he could see his angel dozing in an old chair. Her long hair fell loose about her as she lay with her hands under the side of her head resting on the arm of the chair. He couldn’t help smiling at her so kissable mouth. She was a bonny lass. She had taken off her cloak and used it to cover her body. The memory of his arms around those curves sent tingles down his spine.

He dragged his gaze from her and looked about. They were in an old farmhouse, and he was in a bed. The smell of peat fire filled the room, but he heard no other sounds. They were alone. Any other time, he would be thankful, but with the English army and their Scottish allies scouring the Highlands for Jacobites, they were in danger.

Even if he was well and healthy, they would be at a disadvantage, but with his body aching and his fevered mind still swirling in confusion, he couldn’t even lift a sword. He couldn’t protect her. Whether asleep or awake, protecting her was all he thought about since the attack on the MacDonalds’ group.

If any of their enemies found them, Abigail would be at their mercy. Knowing how they would treat her, his heart lurched. He shouldn’t have let the MacDonalds leave them there. He should have fought for the lass’s safety.

But no, he wasn’t thinking clearly. They couldn’t go to Inverell. They would have put the entire MacDonald family in danger by being associated with a Jacobite fighter. He frowned. He should have insisted Abigail stay with the MacDonalds. He’d had fevers before. He could have slept through the worst of the heat, and once it had broken, if it broke and he lived, he could have been on his way to Dorpol. Alone, he would have covered more ground faster.

One of Abigail’s feet fell out from under her cloak. The cloak shifted, and he choked back a gasp at her long naked leg. And a more perfect leg he had never seen.

Iain peered closer. She didn’t appear to wear her skirt. Mayhap she thought he was still too feverish to notice.

A heaviness set in his aching eyelids, but he forced them to stay open. He didn’t want to stop looking at her, for she still looked like an angel to his eyes. He was also scared she might turn out to be a fever vision after all and disappear. Had they even traveled with the MacDonalds? Was it all a dream and he was still on the battlefield, slowly dying?

Iain fisted his hand and dug his fingernails into his palm.

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