The Most Eligible Highlander in Scotland (The McTiernays) by Sinclair Michele

Author:Sinclair, Michele [Sinclair, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Seamus slowly opened the door to Conan’s chambers and peeked in. Conan was inside, pacing in the work area of his chambers. Seamus hesitated and then thought better of it. He had been outside for over a half hour getting reamed by Maegan, who seemed to think everything that was happening was his fault as it had been his idea for Conan to deceive Mhàiri.

At first, he had been so shocked by Maegan’s tirade that he had not responded well at all. Seamus had felt his honor was being attacked and had immediately gone on both the defensive and offensive, making it clear that she was the one who should be ashamed of her actions, not him. That it was one thing for a child to eavesdrop on a private conversation, but for an adult woman to take what she had overheard and use it to embarrass and belittle a man whose family had taken her in when she had no one was inexcusable.

Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, Seamus had wished he could take them back, but it was too late. At least then he had done the smart thing and stuck with apologies and explanations, which Maegan had ignored while peppering him with more words on the delicacy of the human heart. In the end, he wondered if Maegan was going to ever talk to him again and felt his heart break when she walked away with a good-bye that felt all too final.

Knowing sleep was not possible, Seamus had sought the one other man he knew was as miserable as he was. Conan. But by the looks of things, Conan was not miserable at all. He was furious. And it was going to take a lot longer than an hour to cool the anger visibly writhing through his friend.

There was minimal room for walking, so Conan could only take a handful of steps before being forced to turn, and then a couple of seconds later he was turning once more. It was making Seamus dizzy, but asking Conan to sit or slow his pacing was not an option at the moment.

“Damn woman,” Conan growled with significant bite upon seeing Seamus, continuing his fast back-and-forth walk.

“Which one?” Seamus asked, hoping that a little levity might at least get Conan to stop and sit down. Seamus could only recall being as furious as Conan was right now a couple of times, and both of them had been over a woman. The first time it had happened, his response had been to pace as well, which had only fueled his ire, not helped it. With every step, he had repeated the words that had driven him to a fury, which eventually resulted in him punching a wooden door and nearly breaking his hand. Seamus could still remember the pain and the weeks it had taken before he could properly grip a sword with any authority again. Conan was on that same path.

“Laurel,” Conan answered. “And Mhàiri.

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