The Madam's Highlander by Madeline Martin

Author:Madeline Martin [Martin, Madeline]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Madeline Martin
Published: 2018-01-22T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Ewan had apologized for kissing Freya. Profusely, and to her great dismay.

Yet still, four days later, she'd found it impossible to stop the memory from cycling over and over in her mind. She stared out to the barren field which had once been fertile and full of ripe hay. The chill of the winter air swept over her and blew cold against her blazing cheeks. The kiss.

The gentle tipping of her face to his, the tenderness in those soft blue eyes. He'd looked at her mouth, and she knew he would kiss her. Her stomach went warm, and everything in her had seemed to float when grazed by the heat of his mouth over her lips.

Her breath caught.

It had been such a wonderful kiss, beautiful - sweet even. And unexpected. As unexpected as her continued thoughts drifting back to it.

Then after...nothing. He’d apologized. Again and again. And again. She rolled her eyes. Then they’d spent the last four nights lying stiffly by one another’s side once more.

She much preferred the kiss and all the heart-pounding intimacy.

“Out here again?”

Freya looked over her shoulder to find Marian buried in a heap of cloaks and waddling in her direction.

Freya ran over to her sister. “Ye shouldna be out here, Marian - it's too cold.” She caught her sister's arm - or what she thought might be her sister's arm - and tugged her toward the barn.

“I'm fine,” Marian protested, but Freya continued to pull her until they were inside the large building with its empty stalls and rusting equipment.

The bit of Marian's face Freya could see was a mix of porcelain white skin with cherry red cheeks and nose. “Aye, that is better,” Marian conceded and lowered herself to an old wooden bench. “I brought ye a letter ye just received.”

There was a shuffling of cloaks, and Marian's hand emerged from a heavy curtain of wool with a creamy parchment pinched between her slender fingers.

Freya took the proffered letter, the heavy paper still warm from where it'd been cradled against Marian's body. “Ye dinna have to bring it out to me.”

“I know how much ye've been waiting to hear about Molly's.”

Freya's heart squeezed with her sister's consideration. While their mother was loath to even acknowledge that Freya ran a brothel, Marian spoke of it without so much as a blush.

Tears stung Freya's eyes. “I'm so sorry, Marian.”

“Ye've already apologized.” Marian pulled off her hat and her blonde hair stuck up in frizzy strands.

She was right. Freya had apologized. Probably as much as Ewan had. But saying she was sorry did not ease the pain of knowing she'd so deeply hurt her sister. She smoothed Marian’s hair down and kissed the top of her head.

“I dinna deserve a sister as good as ye,” Freya said earnestly.

“Ye're every bit as good as I am. Now read yer letter, I'm curious too.”

The seal on the letter had already been cracked open - not by Marian, but by one of the men who were responsible for delivering the letter.

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