Highland Obligation (Highland Pride) by Lori Ann Bailey

Author:Lori Ann Bailey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ancient World Historical Romance; Historical Irish Fiction; Historical Scottish Fiction; Scottish Historical Romance; Women’s Historical Fiction; Historical Fiction; Historical European Fiction; Romance; Love; Laird; Historical; Highlander; Political Intrigue; Marriage of Convenience; Opposites Attract; Redemption; Ugly Duckling; Revenge; Lori Ann Bailey; Amara; Entangled Publishing; Royalist; Covenanter
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Amara)
Published: 2019-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Grant took a deep, calming breath before inserting the key and unlocking the door to the room they had rented. Isobel paced like a caged bird looking for an escape.

“Yer behavior is unacceptable,” he said.

She stopped and peered at him with eyes as sharp as the sword she probably wished to use on his throat. “Ye have nae right to lock me in this room.”

“I do and I will as long as ye cause trouble, wife.” He had to admit despite the malice that dripped from his tone, he was doing a fine job of not losing his temper.

Sighing, she pivoted and stomped toward the window, keeping her back to him; the only sign of any remorse was her silence.

“Why did ye feel it necessary to sneak away from my men and put yerself in danger?”

Twirling back to face him, she blurted, “I didnae put myself at risk.”

“Aye, ye did. There will be no more meetings with anyone from that rebel group. Ye are done with them.”

“I was just trying to find out how to get to the Campbell man. I cannae leave until I’ve taken out that threat.”

“Ye will let me deal with him, and I will never catch ye somewhere alone with another man.”

Damn, he was jealous. He’d expected her to do something foolish on this trip—stab someone, cause a fight, obstruct Parliament, but those would have been expected. It had bothered him, no, it had hurt, to see her sitting alone at a table with a man who was not him.

After crossing the room, he coiled his arm around her and drew her into his body. “Ye belong to me.” His lips crashed down on hers, hoping to wash away the memory of any other man who might have been lucky enough to kiss her, wanting to make her forget the rebels she’d fought with and the man who had taken her in and kept her safe. He wanted to be the one to protect her.

Isobel’s mouth opened to him, and his tongue swirled in as her body melted into his. Sighing, she slid her hands around his sides and held onto him as if she trusted him to guard her. He could never give her his heart, but she was his and he’d never let anything happen to her—this threat had to be taken care of. Hopefully, Torsten Campbell was a man of reason, but he’d take Alexander Gordon’s advice and stay vigilant.

He drew her in closer, increasing the urgency of their embrace. Just the thought of something happening to her crushed his chest.

Before long, they were a tangled heap of naked limbs, sated and calm. Rolling off of Isobel, he came to rest on his elbow beside her and traced his fingers along her still fevered flesh.

Her gaze met his. “How did it go at the meeting?”

“I didnae get the chance to speak. They ended early today.”

“I’m sorry. I ken how important this is for ye.” She seemed sincere. Her words fueled a hope that maybe she could change, and that he had the chance to tame her savage side.

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