To Love a Highlander by Sue-Ellen Welfonder

Author:Sue-Ellen Welfonder [Welfonder, Sue-Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781455526239
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2014-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Such a fine view and yet…”

Mirabelle heard Sorley’s smooth, deep voice behind her and nearly fell from the battlement’s crenel notch. She’d foolishly bent over the opening in the wall, leaning forward to a perilous degree. The spot was Sorley’s favorite viewing point, which she’d known, but it was later in the morning than he visited the ramparts.

She’d felt safe, sure he wouldn’t appear.

Now he’d caught her with her rear quarters in the air. A position that was not just awkward, but also highly suggestive, especially after their ill-fated encounter in the Rose Room the night before.

Still, it couldn’t be helped.

She had good reason to peer over the walling.

The very best, to her mind.

So she straightened with as much dignity as she could, trying not to notice how her entire body tightened with embarrassment.

Lifting her chin, she turned to face him. “A good morrow to you.”

“So it is.” He narrowed his eyes, his expression so intense, so dangerous and predatory, that a rush of heat swept her. “As you’re aware, I come up here every morn to enjoy the splendor.”

“I thought you made your visits at first light.”

“Aye, well. Your troubles of last night seemed to have become mine. I didn’t sleep well.” He stepped closer, so near his proximity almost seared her. His sandalwood scent surrounded her, teasing her senses and making her heart beat faster. “Now I am glad I wakened so late. Had I been here earlier, I’d have missed such a glorious sight.”

His cordial tone didn’t match the hardness of his gaze. The firm set of his jaw also bespoke annoyance. So did the way he towered over her with a challenging, anticipatory air as if he sought to provoke a reaction.

He was angry, definitely.

In consideration of how they’d parted in the small hours, she was the one who should be vexed.

His attempt to unsettle her only fired her already simmering agitation. So she stood as tall as she could, squaring her shoulders and hoping he’d credit her flushed cheeks to the wind. She also sent a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for the height and stature that allowed her to appear courageous when a show of strength was needed.

In truth, a floodtide of awareness rushed through her, vivid images from their encounter in the Rose Room stirring her blood, making her wish she was still in his arms.

She shouldn’t desire him.

Hadn’t he shown her how little the pleasure had meant to him?

The memory scalded, helped her stand against him now.

“ ‘A glorious sight?’ ” She lifted a brow. “I am not lacking in wit. I know you don’t mean the hills and the river. There’s too much mist this morning to see them.” She glanced at the scudding clouds, the mist that hid everything but the boulders strewn down the cliff. “What I don’t know is what you meant by ‘and yet.’ ”

“I believe you do.” He touched her hair, lifting a curl and rubbing it between his fingers. “Why else would you have posed yourself—”

“I wasn’t posing.

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