Highland Obsession by Dawn Halliday

Author:Dawn Halliday [Halliday, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781101105269
Publisher: NAL
Published: 2009-08-04T00:00:00+00:00

Alan came slowly back to himself. Sluggishly, his mind recalled where they were and what had happened. He was slumped over Sorcha’s small body, the thick layers of her arisaid and petticoats and shift crushed between them. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and perspiration gave her face a shimmering pink glow in the dim, flickering light of the cottage. He brushed a lock of dark hair away from her mouth and then rolled away, tugging her skirts to her ankles as he did so.

Alan moved down Sorcha’s body. Slowly, gently, he removed the shoe from her foot and untwined the bandage from her arch. There was no blood, and the scab was still intact. Despite the small amount of swelling no doubt caused by all the walking, her wound hadn’t reopened.

“Thank God,” he murmured, replacing the bandage and her shoe. He didn’t say more, though he wanted to reprimand her again for her foolishness in walking all this way with her foot not completely healed.

With a final kiss on Sorcha’s shin and a squeeze on her forearm, Alan heaved his body off the bed and strode to the hearth, where he pulled on his shirt and belted his plaid, but left his pistol, dirk, and sword.

He went to the door and saw Gràinne waiting beneath the tiny awning, now fully dressed. Rubbing her arms, she cocked an eyebrow at him. “I hope you’re finished. It’s bloody cold out here.”

He tilted his head in acknowledgment and held the door wider. She marched in and headed toward her small kitchen area, where she set a pot over the fire and knelt over a bucket in the corner.

“Why did the earl put you up to this, Gràinne?” he asked.

She stopped and turned, the ladle she carried dripping milk. “Och, he didn’t put me up to it. Not at all. It was my own idea. And”—she glanced thoughtfully at Sorcha, who’d curled herself into a ball on the bed—“a foolish one at that.”

Gràinne liked his wife, Alan realized, and an odd feeling panged in his chest. It was strange that the whore would acknowledge a lady like Sorcha after what had just occurred . . . but Alan understood. The fire in Sorcha demanded respect. He still felt the scorching heat in her eyes searing down his back to the base of his spine.

“Was Cam aware of your plan?” Alan asked Gràinne, his voice hard.

She looked away, licking her lips. Then she met his eyes levelly. “Aye. He was.”

He nodded, but his neck felt stiff. The languor of his orgasm dissipated, and his muscles once again hardened and stiffened. The knowledge of what he must do flooded through him, cold as ice. He must end this. Once and for all.

Turning from Gràinne, Alan retrieved Sorcha’s kertch from the floor and took it to her. She clasped her knees close to her chest, her body still trembling in the aftermath of his savage lovemaking.

“Sorcha?”

She pried her eyes open. “Aye?”

She shuddered, and he held himself in check, restraining himself from taking her into his arms.

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