Scoundrel's Redemption (Highlander's Pact Book 3) by Sky Purington

Author:Sky Purington [Purington, Sky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2021-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Of all the rotten luck.

“That blasted man,” Cecille cursed under her breath when Bartholomew arrived just before they sat down to supper. “I had hoped he would not return yet.”

“’Tis no matter,” Teagan assured softly, grateful he’d been gone this long to begin with. “I will still get ye out of here.”

He would, too.

If it were the last thing he did.

In all actuality, considering the swine purchasing Duncan had retired early, Bartholomew’s return might not be such a bad thing. Especially if it meant Randolph drank more than usual. If anything, what turned out the more challenging aspect of the Englishman’s return was watching him with Greer.

Where he’d envisioned doing dark things to the Sassenach before, now that he knew Greer all that much better, he wanted to draw out Bartholomew’s torture for days. Weeks if he could manage it.

“Do not let this rile you, friend,” Edmund would say. “Do not let your demons take over and ruin everything.”

Keeping that in mind, fighting his monsters every step of the way, he clenched his teeth and bore it. Bore the sight of Bartholomew’s filthy gaze on sweet Greer. Tolerated the demeaning way in which he talked to her. Tried not to envision the almost healed bruises the man’s touch had left on her delicate flesh.

God’s truth, it was more than telling by supper’s end just how far his feelings for Greer had progressed. How strongly he felt about her. Protective in a way he’d never known before. Not only did he enjoy her company immensely but craved her presence. He wanted to be around her every waking moment. To see her smile and laugh and bloom.

Kissing her today had only amplified the stirrings he already suffered. Stirrings not just of the heart but of the flesh. He couldn’t remember a kiss having ever affected him as hers did. A chaste kiss at that, too. But it had. Profoundly. He’d wanted to sample more of her. Slip his tongue into her mouth. Lay her back in the grass. Come between her soft, slender thighs.

When Cecille kicked his leg under the table in warning, he realized with alarm that he’d been staring at Greer. Worse yet, by the lovely warming of her cheeks and the blatant frustration in Bartholomew’s regard, his gaze had been telling. How could it not be when he desired her so much? Cared for her?

“When did you say your brother was returning, Scot?” Bartholomew said tightly. “For I imagine you are ready to return to your people.”

The way he said “people” made his disgust for them obvious.

“Verra soon,” Teagan assured, more concerned by Bartholomew’s return the more he thought about it. Would Randolph tell him about the jewel this very night? Before they made their escape?

Because he remained convinced, Cecille’s brother would betray them somehow.

“Good,” Bartholomew said bluntly about Teagan leaving before his attention turned to Randolph. He went on to complain about miscreants causing problems at his estate hence his delayed return.

“Who were they?” Randolph asked.

“If I only knew.

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