Highland Bride by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell [Howell, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Historical
ISBN: 9781420114805
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2002-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Connor grinned when he stepped into his bedchamber and saw Gillyanne standing naked by the tub. She squealed and quickly got into the tub. As he started to shed his clothes, he realized just how much he enjoyed these baths, did in fact look forward to them at the end of the day. After facing the possibility of losing her to Robert and facing a betrayal within his own clan, he was especially eager for it. There was a danger lurking in that eagerness, but, for the moment, he decided to ignore it. Meg’s screeches of fury were still ringing in his ears and he wanted to replace them with Gillyanne’s cries of passion. Or, rather, her bellow of delight, he thought, and grinned again as he climbed into the tub.

“What are ye grinning about?” Gillyanne asked, a little disappointed that he was not in a dour mood which she could now improve with her wifely skills. The man was not cooperating at all with her plans.

“I was just contemplating deafening myself with your cries of passion,” he drawled as she started to wash his feet.

“Are ye saying that I am loud?” She was not sure if she was insulted or just appalled at the thought of being loud enough to be overheard.

“Ye fair bring the stone walls down around us.”

“There are some things a mon shouldnae tease his wife about.” Gillyanne scrubbed his arms, a little annoyed when her vigorous scrubbing did not invoke so much as a faint wince. “He might wish to consider the possibility that he could embarrass his poor, modest wife so deeply she willnae dare to even breathe, to utter e’en the faintest of whimpers, despite all his best efforts.”

“A telling point, wife,” he muttered as she washed his hair.

“I rather thought so.” She carefully rinsed his hair then briskly washed his back.

Connor took the washing cloth from Gillyanne’s hand. “Of course, some men might see that as a challenge.”

“Oh, dear.”

* * *

Gillyanne stared up at the ceiling, enjoying the weight of her husband’s body, and decided that the man had a true skill with a washing rag. She just hoped the bed dried out before it was time to retire for the night. Sadly, she also had to confess that she had proven little challenge for Connor. Gillyanne was not sure exactly what noise she had made, but strongly suspected it had been loud, which probably gratified the big oaf. All she could do was pray no one would be rude enough to mention if they had heard her.

“What happened with Meg?” she asked Connor, seeking to avert her thoughts from how she may have embarrassed herself.

“Ah, aye, Meg.” He nuzzled Gillyanne’s neck. “She tried to deny it all, then tried to beg forgiveness. I told her that allowing her to live was all the forgiveness she was going to get.”

“And she didnae understand that at all, did she?”

“Nay, the ungrateful wretch. She cursed me and cursed you.”

Connor sat up and stretched. He realized he could think on the sordid confrontation with Meg without anger now.

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