(Fairchild Family, #2.5) Scottish Brides by Christina Dodd

Author:Christina Dodd [Dodd, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Their truce lasted all of two minutes. Margaret wasn’t

exactly certain how it came about, but before they were even halfway to The Canny Man, they were bickering like chil-dren.

He couldn’t resist reminding her that she’d been beyond foolish in setting out for Scotland by herself.

She just had to call him an arrogant boor as he propelled her up the front steps and into the inn.

But none of that—not one single snippy word—could have prepared her for what happened when they stood be- fore the innkeeper.

“My wife and I require rooms for the night,” Angus said.

Wife?

By sheer force of will, Margaret managed to keep her jaw from dropping to her knees. Or maybe it was an act of God; she didn’t much think her will was strong enough to keep her from smacking Angus Greene in the arm for his impertinence.

“We have only one room available,” the innkeeper in- formed them.

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“We’ll take that, then,” Angus replied.

This time she knew she was subject to divine intervention, because there could be no other explanation for her restraint in the face of her massive desire to box his ears.

The innkeeper nodded approvingly and said, “Follow me. I’ll show you up. And if you would like a meal—”

“We would,” Angus cut in. “Something warm and filling.”

“I’m afraid all we have at this late hour is cold meat pie.”

Angus pulled a coin from his coat and held it forward. “My wife is very cold, and given her delicate condition, I would like to see that she receives a good meal.”

“My condition?” Margaret gasped.

Angus smiled down at her and winked. “Come now, dar- ling, surely you didn’t think you would be able to hide it for- ever.” “Congratulations to you both!” the innkeeper boomed. “Is this your first?”

Angus nodded. “So you see why I’m so protective.” He snaked his arm around Margaret’s shoulders. “She’s such a delicate woman.”

That “delicate” woman promptly bent her arm and jabbed her elbow into Angus’s hip. Hard.

The innkeeper must not have heard the ensuing grunt of pain, because he just took the coin and rolled it around in his hand. “Of course, of course,” he murmured. “I’ll have to wake my wife, but I’m sure we can find something hot.”

“Excellent.”

The innkeeper moved forward, and Angus made to follow, but Margaret grabbed the hem of his coat and yanked. “Are you mad?” she whispered.

“I thought you had already questioned my sanity and found it acceptable.” “I have reconsidered,” she ground out. He patted her on the shoulder. “Try not to overset your- self. It’s not good for the baby.”

Margaret’s arms were sticks at her sides as she tried to keep herself from pummeling him. “Stop talking about the baby,” she hissed, “and I am not going to share a room with you.”

“I really don’t see what other choice you have.”

“I would rather—”

He held up a hand. ”Don’t tell me you’d rather wait out in the rain. I simply won’t believe you.”

“You can wait out in the rain.”

Angus ducked and peered out a window. Raindrops were beating loudly against the glass.

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