Highland Warrior by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell [Howell, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Scotland, Highlands (Scotland), Kidnapping Victims
ISBN: 9780759287921
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2004-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“Hmmm.”

“Hmmm?” Fiona had to smile, for Mab looked at the moss by the tree as if it carried the secret of the Holy Grail. “Only a hmmm? And is it a hmmm of disapproval or one of questioning whether we need moss at all?”

Mab put her hands on her well-rounded hips and gave Fiona a falsely stern look. “‘Tis a hmmm that asks if I want this moss which looks badly trod upon and has a great many ants.”

“The ants would certainly cause me to hesitate.”

“Ye are in a verra lighthearted mood today,” Mab said as she moved toward another clump of moss. “I must assume that all goes weel with your husband. Ah, good. Nary a single ant.”

“Weel enough,” Fiona replied as she knelt to help Mab collect some of the moss.

“After three weeks all ye can say is weel enough? ‘Tis what ye wanted, isnae it?”

Fiona sighed, feeling her good humor wane a little. About the only change Fiona had seen in the week since Ewan had so delightfully interrupted her bath was that he had appeared once or twice during the day and made love to her. While it was true that he no longer remained almost completely unseen all day long, this was not the change she had been hoping for. It did mean there were a few more minutes of conversation between them, if only as they put their clothes back on, but she was the one revealing things about herself, not him.

“‘Tis what I wanted,” she replied. “‘Tis still what I want. The trouble is, ‘tisnae yet all I want.”

“Ah.” Mab nodded. “No love words, no whispered confidences. Ye meet in the bedchamber and make love and nay more than that. I assume that is fine, aye?”

“Och, aye, verra fine.” Fiona kept her gaze upon the ground, looking for useful plants and hiding her embarrassment over the subject. Only Mab’s practical tone of voice made her willing to even attempt such a discussion. “He does desire me. I have nary a doubt about that now. S’truth, he makes me feel beautiful.”

“‘Tis no small thing that.” Mab carefully inspected a low-growing plant, then shook her head as she muttered, “Too soon to gather it.” She looked back at Fiona. “Many a wife would be happy with a lusty mon, one who holds fast to his vows and makes her feel beautiful.”

Fiona grimaced even as she took note of the place where another useful plant grew so that she could find it again when it was time to gather it. “I ken it and I feel most selfish and ungrateful when I find myself yearning for more. That doesnae stop me from doing so, however. I love him and I want him to love me,” she frowned, “although there are days when I wonder why.” She smiled when Mab giggled, then she sighed. “I want to be more to him than the woman who warms his bed and gives him daughters.”

Mab stopped, frowned, and looked at Fiona.

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