The Highlander's Choice (Entangled Scandalous) (Marriage Mart Mayhem) by Callie Hutton

Author:Callie Hutton [Hutton, Callie]
Language: ara
Format: azw3
Tags: Historical Romance, Scandalous, Highlander, Kilts, Regency, Entangled, Scottish Highlands, Tartan
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-07-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Sybil rolled over once again and groaned at the pain in her back. The sun was up, and cracks in the old shutters on the window allowed enough light to fill the room so that she could see the space. Someone had, indeed, come up and cleaned the room yesterday, though the smell hadn’t quite left yet, so despite the cold, she’d left a window open while she’d slept.

They must have given her a mattress stuffed with straw. It was stiff, hard, and crinkled every time she moved. The thin blanket added to her muscle pain since she’d had to stay curled up all night to create warmth.

She eased her sore body up and glanced longingly at the cold fireplace. Apparently, no maid was going to arrive to start a fire. She climbed out of bed, biting her lips against the pain in her body and the cold floor on her bare feet. When she’d stayed with Margaret at Dundas, she’d never noticed the cold in the morning. Yet it was further into summer now than it had been a few weeks ago when she’d arrived.

Bessie entered the room. “Oh my goodness, my lady. Has no fire been started?”

“No. I’m beginning to have suspicions about what is going on, but for now I will keep it to myself.” Liam’s mum was anything but welcoming. Some of her remarks last night hadn’t made it to her ears, but she had guessed, from Liam’s expression, that they were not flattering. The ones she had heard had both amused and annoyed her. It was obvious the “shock” Catriona said her mother felt at Liam inviting a Sassenach to his home was a bit stronger than mere dismay.

“Bessie, please go to the kitchen and fix some chocolate for me. That should warm me up. And while you are there, please see about having someone lay a fire for us.”

“Yes, milady.”

Since the room had no armoire, Sybil’s clothes remained in the trunk she’d brought with her. She dug through the trunk until she found a thick robe and wrapped herself in it. She hurried to the window and opened it wider, hoping the sun might help warm the room.

As she turned from the window, the streaming sunlight showed only a cursory cleaning had been done. The floor had been swept of animal droppings, and water had been placed in the pitcher, but barely enough to wash her hands and face. She moved to the bed and pulled up the sheet. Yes—straw.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was obvious Lady MacBride had no liking for her, most likely because she was English. Liam’s sisters, while reserved at first, had soon warmed up, and she had felt comfortable with them by the end of the night. And the kiss she’d shared with Liam in front of her door should have kept her warm all night.

For now she would keep her thoughts to herself. Lady MacBride was a schemer, but she’d picked the wrong person to cross swords with.

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