Winning Her Highland Warrior by Greyson Maeve

Author:Greyson, Maeve
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2022-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Are ye comfortable? Enough pillows and blankets?” Kane tucked the throws and shawls around her, fussing worse than a mother hen tending her first clutch of chicks.

“I am fine.” Satia caught hold of his hands and leaned forward. “Now give me a kiss for luck and go get on yer horse.”

His face, a storm cloud of worry, he leaned closer and framed her face with his hands. “I dinna need luck. I need yer love and good health. That is all.”

“Ye have it.” She struggled to keep her lips from trembling as she tried to placate him with an encouraging smile. How could she already love this man so hard, and he really love her back? “I love ye, my fine warrior. Now, let’s get on with this trip.”

He kissed her again, slow enough that his reluctance to start the journey flowed into her. As much as she hated to, she gently pushed him away. “Go. Now. I’m sure the lads are getting antsy.”

“Antsy?”

“More than a little ready to get going.”

Understanding filled his face. “Aye, I’m sure they are.” He turned and fixed Anne with a pointed stare that betrayed his concerns even more. “Call out if she has need of anything at all, ye ken? Dinna listen to her. Do what she needs to keep her safe and comfortable, aye?”

“Ye know I will.” Anne gave a gracious nod, then shooed him away. “On wi’ ye now, or ye’ll wear her out before we even get started.”

With a curt dip of his chin, he stepped down from the boxy, four-wheeled contraption, closed the door, then tested the latch to make sure it caught before striding out of sight.

“I swear that man worries worse than a new mother,” Anne said. “I’ve never seen him fuss this way.” She cleared her throat and settled more comfortably into the pillows on her side of the carriage. “Ye couldna ask for a better husband, ye ken?” She offered a faint smile as she drew her knitting from a bag beside her.

“I’m beginning to understand that.” Satia peered out the window, quite comfortable, lounging with her legs stretched across the seat. A cushioned seat even. Jac and Rob had borrowed well. Thank goodness they’d not gotten caught. They had postponed the trip to Edinburgh for a few days while they scraped away the red tint from the carriage’s sides. They dulled it even more with a drab black concoction mixed with fat and other questionable substances to make it waterproof and lasting. By the time they finished, she had to admit, the conveyance looked nothing like it had when they showed up with it.

She liked the wide windows with the leather flaps rolled up and secured to let in the breeze and sunlight. If the weather turned, the shades wouldn’t keep out all the rain, but they would be dryer than the men on horseback. She adjusted the knitted fingerless gloves that reached to her elbows, keeping her forearms cozy and warm. “These are lovely, Anne.

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