Heart of a Highlander by Maxine Mansfield

Author:Maxine Mansfield [Mansfield, Maxine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2019-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Aila, wake up, lass,” Ian shouted. Panic filled him as he gently shook her shoulder once more.

What the hell was wrong with his wife? The cook hadn’t told him anything except that one moment Aila had been fine and the next she’d been passed out cold on the floor. He’d carried her to their room, laid her gently upon their furs, and then he’d shut out the gawking keep staff so they wouldn’t see how incompetent their laird really was.

In Afghanistan, he’d had medics to handle this kind of stuff. In Ohio, he’d had his mom. But this wasn’t Afghanistan, and it sure-as-hell wasn’t Ohio.

What options did he have available to him?

What if no matter what he did, she still didn’t wake?

Ian shook his head. No, he wouldn’t think like that and he wouldn’t panic, at least not yet.

In the war, he’d seen many men die right before his eyes from every possible scenario he could think of, such as gunshot wounds, dysentery, mortar attacks, roadside bombs, and simply not paying attention to their surroundings, but they were soldiers, for the most part anyway, and they sure as hell weren’t Aila.

She was so pale, so very, very pale, and cooler to the touch than he thought she should be. Had someone poisoned her because she’d once been a member of the Sutherland clan? After all, did he really know any of these people? Especially the cook, Agnes. Could anyone ever really trust the cook? In every murder mystery he’d ever watched, it had always been the butler or the cook who committed the crime, and at Castle Borve, they didn’t have a butler.

He leaned in close and sniffed at Aila’s shallow breath but couldn’t detect anything other than her normal sweet scent.

His heart skipped a beat, and his breath caught in his chest. She’d wake. She was his wife and the woman who completely owned his heart. Of course, she’d wake. She simply had to. If she didn’t, he was going to kill himself a cook, even if Agnes had always come across as the sweet, little old lady type.

He shook Aila again, a little harder this time.

But what if she didn’t wake?

What would he do?

After all, who else could he even ask for help? She was the healer, the only healer in the whole northern section of this God forsaken, frigging country. She simply had to wake up, and now.

Panic threatened to close off his throat to the point he could barely draw a breath. His forehead broke out into a sheen of sweat that matched his palms. His legs felt weak, and his sweaty hands began to tremble.

Then a miracle happened.

Slowly, her eyelids flickered open and her gaze cleared.

It was on the tip of his tongue to shout his relief for all the world to hear when his wife balled up her cute, tiny, little fist and punched him square in the nose, hard.

“Liar,” she yelled.

Ian jumped back out of her reach.

“Ye are a liar, Ian Mackay, and I’ll nae forgive ye for it as long as I live.

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