The Highlander's Desire by Margo Maguire

Author:Margo Maguire
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Lachann needed to get away from the castle before he did something so completely daft . . .

Something more than merely kissing Anna MacIver.

What he would not do to give in to his body’s demands. He wanted the fair lass with a passion he had not felt since—

He muttered a low curse. He could not remember ever feeling such intense desire for a woman—certainly not since he and Dugan had found their fortune and neighboring lairds had brought their kinswomen to Braemore with the hope that he would marry one of them.

Not even Fiona . . .

She’d been a sweet and beautiful woman, no more than a lass, really. But her passion had been spent upon following her father’s dictates. Not on Lachann, the man she’d claimed to love.

The path to the pier was dark, but Lachann had no difficulty seeing his way to the harbor and then finding the public house where he knew Duncan and Kieran and the others had decided to go after supper, while he’d gone off to the chapel yard with Catrìona.

And what an odd circumstance that had turned out to be.

Her wild fury at being thwarted by a couple of children was disturbing. No harm had been done, and yet she would have sent the two lads to the hulking blacksmith for an undue punishment.

Mungo Ramsay had no business seeing to the discipline of the castle children—of any children.

Again, Lachann had to wonder what kind of wife and mother Catrìona would make, and whether he could remedy her unsuitability. Gesu, thinking of it made his head ache.

He arrived at the public house, tied up his horse, and stepped inside. ’Twas not a large room, and by the light of a few meager candles, he saw several long tables with benches and a number of Kilgorran men sitting at them, talking with Lachann’s clansmen.

Lachann recognized most of the men, and several voices called out their greetings. He gave them a nod and picked up a mug of ale from the barkeep, then went to one of the long benches where he took a seat next to the priest, Father Herriot.

“We were just talking about the pirate attack last year,” Duncan said.

“Aye?”

“We had naught to fight them with,” said Donald MacRae. “The men who tried to stop them from raiding the distillery were killed.”

“They had pistols and rifles,” another man added.

“Against our puny swords.” MacRae took a long pull of ale.

Father Herriot spoke. “The fishermen were all out to sea when the pirate ship sailed into the harbor. By the time they managed to get back ’twas too late.”

“Will your brigantine return to Kilgorra, Lachann?” MacRae asked.

Lachann nodded, even though his future on the isle was far from certain. He had not anticipated Catrìona being quite so . . . inapt.

“Well, with the guns on the Glencoe Lass and those cannons you brought, we’ll not be so vulnerable next time,” Rob MacPherson said.

“If there is a next time,” someone argued. “They got what they wanted. Why would they return?”

“Do’na be daft, Ferguson.

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