The Highlander is all That by Sabrina York

Author:Sabrina York [York, Sabrina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2017-10-09T21:00:00+00:00

Morning calls had been a trial, and Ranald was thrilled when all the guests left. If this was high-society living, he wanted none of it. As soon as he could, he repaired to his rooms and took a long bath.

He was catching up on his mail when a scratch came at the door. “Come,” he said, certain it was one of the maids. To his surprise, it was not.

Anne entered, carrying a large tray. She greeted him with a smile which warmed his heart. “I thought you might be hungry for something other than finger sandwiches.”

“I’m famished.” He took the tray from her and carried it to the table by the window and lifted the dome. The rich scent of roast beef and pudding teased his nostrils, and his stomach growled. “This is so thoughtful of you,” he said, and then he waggled his finger at her. “But what did I say about debutantes serving savages?”

“I think we have established that I am not a debutante.”

“We most certainly did not. But I am verra thankful. Will you sit with me while I eat?”

She nodded and took the other chair and he draped the linen napkin over his lap and tucked in. The meal was every bit as good as it smelled. “I’ve missed Cook’s puddings.”

“She is a dab hand.”

“Making me fat.”

“Didn’t you eat on the road?”

Ranald sighed. “No’ much. I was anxious to get back.” He stilled then when he realized he’d probably offered too much. “So you could all resume the parties, of course.”

“Of course.” But there was a twinkle of amused skepticism in her eyes. She cleared her throat and glanced down at her hands. “We . . . missed you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Did you?”

“Yes. Both of you, of course.”

“Of course.” He knew what she was saying and it sent a frisson of excitement through him. “I missed you too,” he said in a deep voice. When her chin snapped up and she caught his eye, he smiled. “All of you.” He took a few more bites, not breaking their gaze. “So . . .”

“So?”

“Did, ah, anything interesting happen when I was gone?”

“Not in the slightest,” she huffed and they both laughed. “Aunt Esmeralda made us go to a musicale last night.”

“How was that?”

“Dismal. Poor Elizabeth had to sit with Twiggenberry all night.”

“Is that so bad? He’s an earl.”

“She doesn’t give a fig for titles, and she really doesn’t like the man.”

“That’s a pity. Lachlan was hopeful about him.”

Anne blinked. “You’re corresponding with the duke?”

“Of course.” He took another bite and then stilled as her expression became thoughtful. “What is it?”

“I, ah . . . Nothing.”

But it was something. It was obviously something. He waited for her to share, because he knew she wanted to.

After a moment she opened her mouth, then closed it again. He tried very hard not to stare at her lips as she worked them. He was so engaged that when she finally spoke, he almost didn’t hear her question. “If I

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