My Rebel Highlander by Vonda Sinclair

Author:Vonda Sinclair
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781499561753
Publisher: Vonda Sinclair
Published: 2014-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Heart thudding, Calla squinted through the green leaves into the distance at the approaching garrison. Who were they? Several of them were dressed in plaids and metal-studded leather armor.

"'Tis Lachlan," Rebbie said, sitting in the saddle before her. "And my father. Damnation. They must have ridden with all haste."

"Aye." Calla now recognized the two he'd mentioned, along with Lachlan's dark-haired brother, Alasdair, whom they'd met on their way north. Two or three dozen men accompanied them.

Devil danced beneath them, and Calla tightened her arms around Rebbie's waist. He guided the stallion from the wood.

What if the men had come a few minutes earlier? Heavens! They might have heard her cry out in passion. She checked her hair, encountering a leaf. She tossed it aside and checked for more. At least the tightly braided style had stayed in place for the most part. She pulled her cowl over her head to hide any bedraggled appearance. She inspected her clothing, what she could see of it, for any remaining dirt or leaves, but found none.

On horseback, Lachlan broke away from the party and raced ahead. Reaching them, he drew up. "What in blazes are you doing out here? I thought you'd be at Tummel Castle."

"Giving Devil his run. I thank you for coming so quickly."

"Aye. We're glad to help." Grinning, Lachlan darted his gaze between Rebbie and Calla. She could easily discern what the mischievous laird was thinking. Could he tell that she and Rebbie had just made love in the wood? Heat scorched her skin. Would they see her as a strumpet, riding alone with a handsome man? Likely. But she was a widow, not an unmarried maiden. Besides, she sensed Lachlan's mirth was directed at his friend, rather than at her.

"Are you well, m'lady?" Lachlan asked in a respectful tone.

"Aye, m'laird. I thank you."

"I trust that this scoundrel has protected you well?"

Her face turned even hotter. "Indeed."

Rebbie ignored Lachlan's grin and filled him in on the happenings of a few days prior, when Claybourne had tried to abduct her.

"Thank the saints you ran into Alasdair on his way south so he could tell us your location," Lachlan said. "We didn't ken where the devil either of you had gone. Neither the guard nor the coachman kenned where Calla had disappeared to."

"Some guard he is," Rebbie muttered.

"One of Barclay's. I suspect he'd gone for a pint at the tavern down the street."

"Did you see Claybourne?" Rebbie's tone was as dark as the approaching clouds.

"Alasdair did, just north of the village. Claybourne and his men approached and asked if they'd seen the two of you. Claimed you'd kidnapped his fiancée."

"What?" Calla gasped. "Why, that…" She clamped her lips shut before she blurted something unladylike.

"Bastard," Rebbie finished for her.

Lachlan raised a brow, his curious gaze shifting back and forth between them. "Alasdair didn't tell him he'd seen you, of course."

"Did Claybourne follow you?" Rebbie asked.

Lachlan glanced back at the well-armed garrison as they drew near. "If he did, we haven't seen him or his men.

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