A Lord for the Lass by Amalie Howard

Author:Amalie Howard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Amara, Scottish Historical Romance, Historical Scottish Fiction, Historical Regency Fiction, Historical Romance, Historical Romances, Regency Historical Romance, Regency Romances, Highlanders Scotland, Regency, 19th Century, Fake Relationship, Bodyguard, Protector, Boss/Employee, Opposites Attract, Overcoming Odds, Second Chance Love, Second Chance, Player Reformed
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

As he left through the tavern door, Julien tried not to think about the woman draped over his shoulder, and the way she made his blood boil in more than one way. He ignored the muttered oaths of the tavern keeper, who now had to clean up the puddle of sickness on the barroom floor, and the looks from the men Makenna had been so brashly conversing with. He couldn’t afford any kind of distraction, because as he stepped outside he knew there was a distinct possibility that Makenna’s presence had been made known. He kept his eyes and ears and every other sense available attuned for a possible attack.

Of all the impudent, harebrained plans!

To saunter into the Brodie’s village center and seat herself down, within full view of men hired by her enemy to find her. What the devil had she been thinking? Had there not been a tavern full of Brodie men back there, he would have been tempted to swat his palm against Makenna’s backside for good measure when he’d tossed her over his shoulder. She had not been convincing in the least, even with her men’s clothing and dirt-smudged face, or her hood and the mud she’d caked into the strands of hair at her temples and forehead in an attempt to mask the bright red tresses. Julien had still entered the tavern, wearing his own absurd disguise, and sensed the pure femininity emanating from her. Then again, perhaps that was only because he’d spotted his pilfered mount tied to a post outside the tavern, and known to look for her inside the Cooke’s Inn.

Just before dawn, a distraught Tildy had roused Julien from where he’d drifted to sleep in his study chair the night before, a glass of Maclaren whisky still in his hand. She’d gone to Makenna’s room to stoke the fire in the grate, and had found an empty bed. Upon more searching, Julien discovered that in the stables a horse had been saddled and taken, something Alban had been completely unaware of.

Julien had guessed then where she had gone. If she were leaving for good, Makenna would have never left Tildy or Malcolm behind. She would have packed her things, too. He also didn’t want to believe she would have left without saying goodbye to him. The last day and a half, as she’d healed from the attempt on her life, he’d felt her restlessness. Hell, he’d had to physically return her to her bed so she would give her body the rest it needed in order to recover. He knew she wanted answers, as did he, and there was only one place that could provide them.

Julien had changed his clothes and saddled a horse, and before the sun had fully risen, he’d been riding hard toward Brodie land, following the tracks her mount had left behind. He’d never been there, but over the last few months he’d taken it upon himself to learn the landscape, talk to the men he’d hired to patrol the borders, and map out any potential routes from Brodie to Duncraigh.

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