The Highland Dynasty: The Complete Series by Amy Jarecki

Author:Amy Jarecki [Jarecki, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Oliver Heber Books
Published: 2020-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

Sean probably shouldn’t have agreed to sit with Gyllis and her family at the morrow’s Beltane feast, but her eyes had looked so hopeful, he couldn’t say no. Since his father was ill, as future Chieftain of Dunollie, Sean should keep company with his clan. But he wouldn’t worry about that now. He led the lovely lass to the dance floor, his thigh still tingling where it had been flush against hers. All he cared to do at the moment was watch her gracefully twirl in the crook of his arm.

In a fortnight he’d return to the borders, sleeping in stables with a mob of smelly warriors. He could allow himself a modicum of enjoyment over the next sennight, even if Duncan Campbell didn’t exactly agree. Besides, the coming months would have no such pleasures. Sean was never one to buck a challenge, and he’d had been enamored with Gyllis since…since…honestly since she’d turned from a spoiled gap-toothed lass into a stunning woman.

“Have you had much opportunity to dance as of late?” Gyllis asked.

“None at all. I’m afraid all there was time for was riding, eating, sleeping and fighting the English.” Sean’s belly squeezed when she smiled, her dimples dipping into the high color of her cheeks.

“Oh my, that does sound tedious.” She assumed her place in line, standing across from him. “Do you remember how Mother used to make you partner with us during our dancing lessons?”

“I shall never forget.” At the time, he’d considered Gyllis an annoying child. He chuckled—he’d been sixteen and she seven. And as a young squire, Sean hated being forced to partner with the lasses. He had more important things to conquer during his fostering—like proving himself to the Lord of Glenorchy and earning his knighthood. As a matter of fact, he’d rarely had time to think of anything except enforcement work. But he did love it. Duncan called him a ghost because Sean’s strengths lay in tracking and ambush.

The fiddler stamped his foot indicating the dance was to begin and Sean locked elbows with Gyllis. Her arms were long, yet lithe. Willowy.

She fluttered her lovely eyelashes at him. “I always thought you would rather be elsewhere than dancing with us.”

Sean reached over and patted her hand. So small beneath his callused fingers, her skin was softer than silk. “Perhaps as children, but right now there is no place I’d rather be.”

The dancers formed three large circles. Sean held Gyllis’s hand while another woman danced in the center. He scarcely noticed the woman to his left. Gyllis’s intoxicating scent of fresh cut flowers and honey captivated him. The bodice of her green gown was cinched taut around her waist. Creamy white breasts swelled above the neckline—not too small, and most certainly not too large. Her cleavage provided plenty to captivate his interest.

She glanced up at him and grinned. Afraid he’d been caught staring at her breasts, Sean snapped his gaze to her eyes. By God, they were the most tantalizing color of moss. He looked closer.

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