Captured by the Pirate Laird (Highland Force Book 1) by Amy Jarecki

Author:Amy Jarecki
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Highlands, Sizzling Hot, Scottish, Adveneture, Rennaisasance, Pirates
Publisher: Rapture Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

With her satchel packed, Anne wished she could make this journey without Calum MacLeod. Her breeding would never allow her to clench her fists and stomp across the floor, but that’s exactly what she wanted to do. How could he just walk into her chamber and completely ignore the intense passion they had shared the night before?

The stone walls closed in on her. Anne whirled in a circle. She would never hold Calum like a lover again. Mercy, the next time she’d touch a man, it would be Lord Wharton. She needed some fresh air, but it was still morning. Calum would be in the courtyard sparing with his men. Perhaps if she snuck through the kitchen, she could make it to the garden without catching his eye.

She pattered down the steps, pushed out the door, and headed toward the garden at the side of the tower. She caught a glimpse of Calum, clashing swords with three at once, his shirt off. She held a hand to her eye to block the sight of his rippling muscles. How dare he display himself in the courtyard half-naked? The sight of him would put impure thoughts in any maiden’s mind. There should be a law against it.

Anne dashed to the solitude of the gardens and the privacy the hedge provided. With a heavy sigh, she lowered her hand and slowed her pace. She needed to regain control of her anger. She detested it when she teetered on the brink of losing control. A few deep breaths of the crisp island air and she’d come around. Her fists loosened and the blood flowed back to her fingertips. Anne walked along the hedge and fought to reason with her feelings. Calum had been a pleasant diversion during her captivity. He could never be more than that and they both were painfully aware of it. She had no choice but to face her responsibilities.

Rounding the corner, Anne nearly tripped over Friar Pat. “Oh my, pardon me, Father.”

He stood and brushed his hands on his robes. “Ah, Lady Anne, ’tis good to see ye out this morning. Do ye take an interest in gardening?”

“Yes, well I admire a well-kept garden.”

He gestured toward a recently sewn plot. “This is a bit o’ land the Laird gave me to grow healing herbs for the clan.”

“’Tis good you cultivate your own herbs. Do you get much chance to gather in the forest?”

“Aye, I collect willow bark, that sort of thing.”

“I see.” Anne hung her head and continued on her path.

The friar hurried beside her. “It looks as if something is ailing ye, milady.”

She hesitated.

He gestured to a nearby bench. “Would ye care to talk to an old friar about it?” Anne cast a glance at him. His careworn eyes twinkled in the sunlight. “It never did a soul a bit o’ good to hold its worries inside.”

She nodded and sat on the bench. He took her hand between his warm palms. “Now tell me, what ails ye?”

“Calum’s ransom note has been delivered to Lord Wharton, and John has delivered the baron’s reply.

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