Highland Storms by Christina Courtenay

Author:Christina Courtenay [Courtenay, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Fiction, Historical, Romance
ISBN: 9781906931711
Publisher: Choc Lit
Published: 2012-03-27T23:00:00+00:00

Brice watched surreptitiously as Seton manhandled Marsaili into the dance. The man was an oaf who needed to be taught some manners, but Brice didn’t think this was either the time or the place. Everyone was enjoying themselves and picking a fight with the factor would ruin the harmony of the evening. Most of his tenants seemed to have accepted Brice now, albeit cautiously, and he was reluctant to change their favourable opinion by asserting himself so blatantly.

But damn it all, the man was touching Marsaili as if he owned her.

Just as he thought he might have to intervene after all, judging by the furious look on Marsaili’s face, she once again solved the matter herself. She kicked the man on the shin with considerable force. This was apparently enough to make him let go of her and then disappear out of sight. Brice saw her stand alone for a moment, in the grip of some strong emotion. Her fists clenched and unclenched, but then she noticed the curious glances being thrown her way and stalked off towards the house. He wondered whether to follow her and make sure she was all right, but decided against it. She would want to be left alone.

Feeling restless and not in the mood to dance with any of the women gazing at him with inviting looks in their eyes, he headed for the stables. He hadn’t had time for any early morning rides during the harvest week, so he thought he’d check on Starke. The big horse was being given special care by Archie, but he still liked Brice best. Halfway to his horse’s stall, however, he became aware he wasn’t alone in the building. There were murmurings coming from a stall further along. A courting couple, he thought, and turned to leave. The last thing he wanted was to intrude on someone’s privacy. Starke would have to wait.

A voice he recognised stopped him in his tracks. ‘No, Iain, not like this. I’m not having it, I told you.’

Kirsty. Was she in trouble? Brice hesitated. If her beau was trying to seduce her against her will, he’d have to do something about it. Although they were as good as betrothed, it didn’t give Iain the right to force her. Brice came to a decision – he’d have to at least find out what was going on.

He headed for the furthest stall and cleared his throat loudly. ‘Kirsty? Is everything all right?’ he asked.

A lantern hanging on the wall cast a soft glow over the scene and Brice saw his cousin blush bright red as he stuck his face round a wattle partition. Iain, who’d had one hand up her skirts, dropped them as if he’d been scalded, and scowled at Brice.

‘We’re fine,’ he snarled. ‘And if you don’t mind, we’re a wee bit occupied.’

Brice raised his eyebrows at the man. ‘I was talking to my cousin. Kirsty, do you need rescuing?’ He smiled at her to show that she need not feel embarrassed at being caught like this, but the colour in her cheeks deepened nonetheless.

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