Surrender of a Highlander by T.L. Kitchens

Author:T.L. Kitchens
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical 1300s, highlander hero romance, scottish highlander romance, highlander romance series, historical romance scottish highlands
Publisher: T.L. Kitchens

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Chapter 13

"I have only got enough for one, lassies, so do not all come rushin' me at once," Oran yelled out as he burst through the huge wooden doors leading into the hall.

Corkie was the first one to greet him, as she had been tending the pots on the hearth while the rest of the women worked in the kitchen area cleaning the vegetables they had rummaged up. Sandra followed the others out but at a much slower pace than their excited scurry, having no reason in particular to stop her cooking as far as she was concerned.

Corkie proceeded toward Oran at a leisurely pace as well, but hers was with purpose. With slow, almost threatening strokes, she wiped the black soot from each hand. By the time she was finished she was standing a foot's distance from Oran, her cleaned hands now on her hips, her plump elbows sticking out from her already generously curved body to make her even more intimidating.

"Ya ain't even got enough for one, ya skinny old bird," Corkie greeted him with what Sandra was beginning to realize was Corkie's way of saying she liked you. The more she growled, the fonder she was.

"I was callin' to the lassies, not the crones," Oran said with a twisted sneer to match Corkie's. They both leaned in closer to each other's faces. Teeth were bared from the snarling of their lips, and their noses nearly touched in challenge.

"Well lucky for you I was out here then. One of those lassies might have mistaken yurr skirt for a game bag and peeled your pecker raw before they realized yurr root was not worth the bother."

Oran growled deep in his throat and shook with rage. Obviously no woman had ever insulted him this way before. The other men slowly filed through the doors, yet stayed a safe distance back from the battling duo. It only took a wise man one look to know things were about to collide, like fists.

"One more, wench. Just give me one more reason to redden yurr shanks."

"Ha," Corkie hooted out, her head whipping back with the force of her hearty laugh. "Redden my shanks? As in givin' me a spank?" Her head came back down to face him again only to fling back with another hoot of disbelief after looking him over. "I will give ya more than one, hell I will lift up me skirts for ya if you think yurr man enough ta strike me and live through it."

Oran reddened over all his exposed skin, looking like he was about to act, but then Corkie stole the chance from him. Her bear-like hand reached out with the swiftness of a water serpent and snatched the bouquet of weeds he held in his hand as his bribe. Without giving him even enough time to flinch, she struck him across the face with his offering, then shoved the fistful of scratchy greens down the front of his kilt.

"Ahrrr!" Oran screamed with rage as he lunged for two handfuls of her wiry brown hair.

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