The Highlander's Lady Knight by Madeline Martin

Author:Madeline Martin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2020-04-27T18:30:00+00:00

THE MUD-SLICKED STREETS of the market were filled with gossip. Cormac meandered through the vendors with his senses on alert for any new information. There was much to be had—how Laurence de Govic won all the jousts the prior day and how the first night of the feast Sir Alexander de Mandeville had Elinor of York sit beside him rather than her own father who was six seats away. Despite the wagging tongues, the subjects all pertained to people Cormac didn’t know and events he had little care for.

Not when he needed information on the Rosses. He’d sent Duncan, Lachlan and Alan to the jousting lists where they might have better luck. Cormac only hoped they would have more success than what he’d uncovered thus far.

A woman in a wide-brimmed hat strode by with a tray of apples and paused in front of Cormac, her brow lifted in a silent question that could be taken as an offer for an apple or something more. Cormac shook his head and turned away. Even before meeting Isolde, he never fell prey to such temptations.

And after Isolde…

After her, he could scarcely think at all. Not without imagining how her kiss-reddened lips had felt beneath his mouth or how she’d stared at him with her heavy-lidded blue eyes. Desire swept through him and left him hot with distraction.

Pain burst at the back of his head. He spun about with his hand pressed to the offending point of impact on his skull. A damaged apple rolled away from him.

Irate, he snapped his head up, half-expecting to find the suggestive apple seller prepared to lob another bit of fruit his way. Instead, he found Graham standing there, green eyes twinkling with good humor. “I tried calling out to ye.” His brother lifted his shoulders as if that were excuse enough.

“And now ye’ve wasted food when our people are starving.” Cormac pulled his hand away from his head, bringing a small chunk of white apple flesh with it.

“Ach, ’tis fine.” Graham picked up the apple and held it into the rain until all the mud had washed away. “Save the part ye ruined with yer head.”

“Where have ye been?” Cormac asked in a gruff tone. “I know ye come to the tent because ye’re still sleeping when I leave in the morn. Then ye’re gone when I’m back at noon and dinna return until after I’m asleep.”

Graham rubbed the apple on his tunic and bit into it. “I’ve been occupied.”

“Lady Clara?” Cormac asked in a low tone.

Hope rose in Cormac’s chest. Their people needed at least one fortune to save them. If Graham was having success with Lady Clara, Cormac could leave off Isolde.

Guilt tugged at him once more. She’d been preyed upon by many men who sought to use her dowry and noble position to their own advantage. Yet, even as he wrestled with the dilemma of hurting her, he was all too keenly aware of his people’s starvation. Was it worth another clansman’s life to keep from hurting her?

“How do ye fare with Lady Clara?” Cormac pressed.

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