Lord Keeper by Tarah Scott

Author:Tarah Scott
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781936751877
Publisher: Etopia Press
Published: 2011-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

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At first, it seemed a godsend, but now, surrounded by strangers, a hard ride on a moonless night cast serious doubt on the wisdom of her judgment.

Samuel maneuvered his horse up alongside Victoria. “Are you all right, lass?”

She nodded.

“Can you ride the night?” He glanced around the open countryside. “Iain will not waste any time coming after us once he discovers you are gone. If need be, I can have you ride with one of the lads.”

Victoria shook her head. “I doubt I will sleep a wink.”

Samuel grinned. “Nervous?”

“I suppose,” Victoria said, surprised he understood.

“Do not worry. Iain will have no claim on you once we reach Glecairne.”

Memory rose of Iain’s muscled chest beneath her fingers. Her pulse skipped a beat. She would be truly beyond his reach? “You are sure?” she asked.

“Of course,” Samuel said. “Once you are married to Grant even the MacPherson cannot touch you.”

Victoria nearly fell from the saddle. Fumbling with her grip on the pommel, she regained her balance. “What in Hades?”

“Are you all right?” Samuel asked.

Groaning, Victoria slumped forward, causing him to call a halt. “What do you mean, married?” she almost shouted once her feet were on solid ground.

Samuel eyed her. “You are to marry my son, Grant.”

“Sweet Jesu.” Victoria dropped down onto the tall grass. “What have I done?”

“What is amiss?” He squatted beside her.

“I have no wish to marry your son.”

He frowned. “Then why did you come with me?”

“How was I to know you intended marriage?” She leaned over, sure she would be ill.

“Every MacPherson woman knows that,” he said.

“I am not a MacPherson woman.”

Samuel studied her with a considering air, then said, “Who are you?”

“I am English. You noticed that,” Victoria answered peevishly. “And it was no lie when I said Iain MacPherson took me. He thinks to make me his wife.”

Samuel’s frown deepened. “A Sassenach wife for the MacPherson?” He wagged his head. “I do not believe it.”

“Neither did I,” Victoria mumbled.

“You are a pretty thing.” His gaze moved over her in a masculine manner. “You would make a fine mistress.”

Victoria shot him an indignant look. “I promise you, sir, I would not.”

Samuel winced. “Perhaps not. You would prefer to be wife, then?”

A quiver rippled through her stomach. Iain MacPherson’s wife? She shoved aside the thought. “If you are asking whether I would prefer to be wife or mistress, I say neither.”

Bushy brows drawn together, Samuel took on a look of polite bewilderment. “You cannot have it both ways, lassie. It will be one or the other. Hmm.” He paused, and Victoria had the feeling the studious look on his face didn’t bode well for her. “I could save Iain a great deal of trouble and have you wed Grant anyway. I cannot believe the MacPherson is in his right mind. Then again, if Iain is anything like his father, that could prove a mistake. His mother ran off with another man, you know.”

Victoria needed no reminders of that story. The churning of her stomach was interrupted by the sound of fast approaching riders.

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