Highland Savior: A Medieval Scottish Highlander Historical Romance Book by Alisa Adams & Adamina Young

Author:Alisa Adams & Adamina Young [Adams, Alisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-17T18:30:00+00:00

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"I would give a lot to taste his lips again, Maisie," Rosina said dreamily, "they are so soft."

"Have a care, Mistress," Maisie said dryly, "that your head does not end up the same way!"

Rosina burst out laughing, and Maisie joined in.

"Thank you for the warning, Maisie, but I am afraid it is already too late!"

When they were all seated at the table eating their supper of sea trout from the loch and vegetables from the kitchen garden, Logan was his usual taciturn self, speaking only when spoken to and rarely smiling. After the meal, he intended to speak to Annie privately and

seek her counsel. She was very happy that evening. Somehow the thought of her own upcoming marriage seemed to have taken years off her, and she was slightly tipsy from all the ale she had drunk. Callum was looking at her fondly and laughing at some of her more outrageous pronouncements, for she had a wonderful sense of humor. Logan, as he always did, drank only milk. He would drink tea when it was offered but he preferred the bitter aromatic taste of coffee. However, the chances of getting coffee in Fort William were very slim, so he sipped his milk and resolved to have some coffee sent up to Annie when he got back to the Lowlands - if he ever dared go back there.

When the meal was finished Annie made tea, which Logan once more declined. He took his chance to speak to Annie when she was going into the kitchen, but he could see by her eyes and hear by her slightly slurred speech that she was not going to make any sense.

"I wanted to speak to you, Annie, but the morning will do." He patted her shoulder and began to turn away, then froze.

"Dinnae' gie up the prize, Logan," she said clearly, "take what is yer ain."

He turned back to her, amazed, but she had already gone to join the others.

As always, the thoughts that preoccupied him every night before sleep were of Rosina, but this time it was different. 'Take what is your own.' Was the prize Rosina? And what would he do if she came to him again, this time in the middle of the night, when everyone else was asleep? Would he have the strength to say no to her again? Somehow he doubted it. She was certainly a passionate woman, and although he hid it well, he was a passionate man. He might have been comforted by the thought that down in the Lowlands Hugh and Connor were asking themselves exactly the same question.

Fortunately, Rosina did not try to climb into his bed that night, and Logan did not know whether to be relieved, angry or sorry. Relief, of course, was the best option, but a part of him regretted that she did not find him irresistible. He smiled to himself. He definitely was not that!

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