Highland Hero by Cynthia Breeding

Author:Cynthia Breeding
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highlander Romance; Women's Historical Fiction; Historical British Fiction; Historical Fiction Short Stories; Historical Romances; Historical Scottish Fiction; Scottish Historical Romance; Entangled Publishing; Single Title Romance; Series Romance; Stand Alone Romance; Amara; Cynthia Breeding; Children of the Mist; Highland Renegade by Cynthia Breeding; Scottish Historical Romance; Highlander; Scotland; clans; MacGregor; Children of the Mist; historical romance; Sassenach; handfasting; English aristocracy; Protector; Forced proximity romance; Roadtrip romance; Clan feuds; Snowed in; Accidental marriage romance; Enemies to lovers romance; Opposites attract romance; Highland Christmas traditions; yule log;
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

“Ye should get some sleep, Mr. MacGregor.”

Rory roused himself from the chair where he’d been dozing sporadically, waking himself up when his head nodded too far to one side or the other. He looked at Sima now, standing in the doorway to Juliana’s bedchamber, holding a candle.

“I could say the same for ye.”

She smiled, and he saw how tired she looked even in the light of the fire that had nearly gone out. He pushed himself out of the chair, gesturing for her to take it while he stoked the fire. He chided himself for letting it die down to near embers.

He glanced at the bed where Juliana lay. It didn’t look like she’d moved at all, but what if she’d needed him? Some responsible caretaker he was if he couldn’t even stay awake.

Sima had ignored his invitation to take the chair and gone over to check on Juliana. Both Greer and Aileen had come down with fevers, too, and he knew she’d been on her feet since yesterday morning taking care of them. He followed quickly.

“How is she?”

“About the same, I think.” Sima rearranged the sheets over Juliana. “Her night rail is wet with sweat from the fever, but I doona see a reason to change it. She’ll only dampen the second one, and exposing her skin to the air might make it worse.”

“Are your daughters as bad off, too?”

“Aye. The fever still runs high with both of them.”

“Mayhap we need to get a physician?”

“The closest one is in Fort Augustus.” Sima’s face set. “He probably wouldna come with the storm, even if one of our men could get through.”

Rory felt a muscle twitch in his own jaw. Sima was right. The damn English dragoons would probably not deem it worthwhile to send their physician to help out a Scot. Although… “Juliana is nae only a Sassenach, she’s sister to the Countess of Woodhaven. Would that nae make a difference?”

She shrugged. “It might, if the weather were fair, but they’ll nae risk themselves or their horses in a blizzard.”

Rory knew how easy it was to get lost in those conditions. Someone could become disoriented and travel in circles, even with excellent tracking skills. Still, he’d take his chances and ride the seven or eight miles to the fort.

“I am going to go.”

“No…”

The sound had come from the bed. He and Sima both bent over Juliana. “Are ye awake?”

“No…do not…” Her eyelids fluttered. “No…do not.” She took a shuddery breath and drifted back off to sleep.

Rory straightened. “I am—”

“No.” This time the word came from Sima. “Ye heard the lass. She doesna want ye to go.”

He looked back at Juliana, slumbering oblivious to the world again. “We doona ken if she even heard us.”

“Whether she did or dinna, the message is still the same.”

“Message?”

Sima gave him a level look. “A message. Mayhap from the fae if nae from her. Doona question from where, just heed the advice.”

“But…” He couldn’t totally dispute Sima’s theory when even he’d suspected the fae in having a hand in this whole debacle of rescuing Juliana.

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