Kilts and Kisses by Victoria Roberts

Author:Victoria Roberts [Roberts, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical fiction scottish, highlander, medieval romance, kilts, outlander, novella series, scottish, scottish highlands
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Luthais unsheathed his weapon when the young man charged him. The sound of scraping swords not only ended the private moment with Mistress Gunn, but also made Luthais irked by this whelp’s intrusion. The Gunn plaid hung over the man’s shoulder, and his wavy, reddish-brown hair touched the top of his shoulders.

“Samuel! Put away your sword! Now!”

The man’s eyes widened, but Luthais wasn’t foolish enough to lower his weapon. He could easily bring the boy to his knees, but if the lad called for the guards, the last Luthais’s father needed was to come and rescue his son from the Gunn dungeon. Luthais would make certain it wouldn’t come to that.

“I suggest ye do what the lass says before ye get hurt, laddie.” When Mistress Gunn inched closer and the man moved his sword in a nervous gesture, Luthais added, “Or ye might injure the lass.”

“I was searching for ye and saw ye with him.” The man was stammering and had a puzzled expression on his face.

“Samuel, ye see that I am well. Lower your sword. Mister MacKay will nae harm either one of us.”

When she gave Luthais an imploring look to confirm her words, he put the matter aside with sudden good humor. “I’m nae really in the mood for swordplay, lad.” He sheathed his sword as the young man hesitantly did the same.

“Samuel, this is Mister MacKay.” She turned to Luthais. “Samuel courts my sister.” She smiled as though her words explained everything.

“I see.”

“The laird is requesting your presence at the castle.”

“Of course. Thank ye for seeing to my welfare, Mister MacKay. Mayhap I’ll see ye and your birds again in the morn sometime soon.” She looked at him hopefully, and he gave her a slight bow.

“It would be an honor. Ye’d best nae keep your father waiting.”

“Oh, he’s nae my fa—”

“Luthais!”

He looked over his shoulder to see the mighty Doughall sitting on his steed a couple stone throws away. “Do ye need my aid?”

“Do I need your...what? Nay!” When Luthais turned around, he tried to mask the look of disgust that crossed his face. Sometimes Doughall was as vexing as his birds.

Mistress Gunn gazed up at him with an effort. She placed her hand at the base of her throat, and her eyes darted back to Doughall. “Who is that?” Her voice went up a notch.

“I think we need to make haste,” said Samuel.

“I think that’s a good idea. It was a pleasure to see ye again, Mister MacKay. I assume that ye’ll take your birds with ye.” She looked back at Doughall. “And your man.”

Before Luthais could say anything, she walked away with the young guard. Not only was Luthais unhappy with the intrusion of the young Gunn guard, but now he also was angry with his friend. Curses fell from Luthais’s mouth as he untied his mount from the tree and made his way over to Doughall. The bastard shifted his weight in the saddle, couldn’t look him in the eye, and didn’t utter a single word about his purpose for being there.

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