To Love A Highland Rogue by Collette Cameron

Author:Collette Cameron
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Mayra’s breath stalled.

No wink or mocking smile accompanied Coburn’s extraordinary statement.

What a scrumptious, novel solution, even if he did but jest.

Quite the most perfect, insane, absurd, and oh-so-tempting idea she’d heard in a great, great

while.

Ever, truth be told.

But entirely impossible. Impractical. Unfeasible. Dangerous.

Even had he been serious, the risk was simply too vast.

To have Dunrangour, everything the Findlays owned, forfeited to the Crown and face

imprisonment or worse?

No. Imprudent at best and catastrophic at worst.

She knew full well why Da and Mum had agreed to the union between her and Rutherford. They’d

told her plainly, because they wanted her to know just how callous and treacherous her future fatherin-law was, so she’d never trust the scunner.

She squeezed Coburn’s broad, strong fingertips between hers. “I ken ye’re teasing, Coburn. I’m

sure ye’ve nae more desire than I to bring a monarch’s wrath upon yer family or mine by defying a king’s edict.”

“Wrath? Surely nothin’ so verra severe.” His fingers continued to work their seductive magic.

For certain, wantonness flowed in her veins if she responded like this to the mere touch of his

hand upon hers.

“Ye think no’, Coburn?”

Her gaze riveted on their interlaced fingers, she debated whether to tell him all.

Why not?

And she could also discover whether he counted the Rutherfords as friends. May a goose nip her

bum if he did, for he’d not like what she had to say.

“Are ye acquainted with the Rutherfords of Lockelieth Keep?”

“Aye. I ken of them. Artair Rutherford died recently.” Head canted, Coburn regarded her, his mien suddenly more reserved.

Mayra’s jaw sagged, her spine going rigid.

“He did? His son, Logan, is my betrothed. How could we no’ have heard?”

“It takes some families longer than others to talk about great loss, and ye’ve admitted, ye’re rather secluded at Dunrangour.” Coburn shrugged and resumed his sensual onslaught on her hand and wrist.

“The news didna reach ye yet. That’s all.”

She well understood lingering grief. Mum yet mourned Da, and often her eyes still misted with

sorrow. But Da had been a wonderful, loving father and husband, while Artair Rutherford...

Blast her stays, but a slow, heady fire tunneled through Mayra’s veins. Deucedly difficult to

concentrate on the important subject when her very bones were in danger of melting.

She swallowed and with some effort focused on the topic at hand. “Still, I would’ve thought

Rutherford would have sent us word of something of such importance. Just another instance of his

flagrant disregard, I suppose.”

Would Logan be less inclined to grant her request or more, now that he was Lockelieth’s laird?

The emotional storm raging inside her exceeded the unrelenting tempest thrashing the Highlands.

“Mayra, what makes ye think breakin’ the betrothal will raise King George’s ire?”

At Coburn’s soft question, she veered her attention from the tumultuous outdoors.

She sighed and peaked her brows high on her forehead for a resigned instant. “The king must

approve the termination. Or if he winna, then Rutherford must be the one to cry off. I canna.”

“Because...?” Coburn would have the whole torrid tale, it seemed.

Mayra finally withdrew her hand when Searc began lighting additional lamps and candles about

the dim room.

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