Highland Treasure--Historical Highlander Romance by Kyra Johnston

Author:Kyra Johnston
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Steamy Highland Romance Club
Published: 2018-11-19T00:00:00+00:00

GAVIN WAS AWAKE TO see his guests off despite the pounding in his head. Gregory brought him tea and helped him to dress and shave and generally make sure he was presentable before Gavin went down to the main hall to say his goodbyes. Isaac and Reagan were among the first to leave, much to Gavin's disappointment. Isaac firmly shook his hand and Reagan chastely kissed his cheek. Gavin raised his hand to them in farewell and watched their carriage fade to a tiny speck on the horizon. The manor felt empty with friends and family gone, but the quiet, at least, was refreshing.

While there was work to be done, Gavin ignored it in favor of more personal pursuits. Being kept under close watch during his childhood had given him a love for reading that adulthood and his abrupt freedom had failed to oppress. Several cups of tea specially made for him helped to keep his headache at bay. He was in his father's library, his library now, a quarter of the way through an old novel when a bit of servant gossip caught his ear and set his heart to racing.

“-in the town talkin' bout outlaws bein' up round the moors,” came a male voice, slipping through the partly opened door. “'N nae like the good rebel kinds, neither. Some nasty types. Bunch 'o men that got out of prison, been making a menace of themselves down south. Guess they're headin' up here now.”

“So long as they keep away from here, I dinnae give a lick-”

Gavin's gaze darted to the clock on the mantle. It had been hours since the MacGregor's and their accompanying household had left. So long as they kept up a steady pace, and with the weather so fine there was no reason for them not to, they would be deep into the moors now. Their coach, laden as it was with rich clothes and valuable jewels, would make a tempting target for any band of outlaws, especially ones who believed they had the upper hand.

Gavin was out of his seat before he could even fully process what he was doing, running down the halls past startled servants and into the manor's modest armory, a small room near to the cellar where arms and powder were stored. He fetched his musket and sword, and pouch of paper cartridges and slipped out into the kitchens and then through the back door, shouting for someone to bring him a horse. He must have looked a sight, for no one questioned his orders, only hopped to carry them out. Perhaps it was nothing, and there was no true danger, but Gavin would rather look a fool than let any harm befall Reagan and her brother if there was something he could do to prevent it.

“Ye!” he shouted, pointing to one of his servants, Peter, who was a particularly good shot with a musket. “Arm yersel and come with me.”

“Sir?” Peter asked.

“Just get ye going, lad!” Gavin shouted. “Now!”

“Aye, sir!”

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