Highlander Warrior_A Scottish Time Travel Romance by Rebecca Preston

Author:Rebecca Preston [Preston, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

It wasn’t long before Cora was spending most of her evenings in Ian’s chambers. It felt a little silly to have two fires burning when they only needed one — she told herself she was being practical, though she couldn’t help blushing as she informed Margaret that she needn’t worry about setting a fire in her room in the evenings anymore. The headwoman barely raised an eyebrow, though Cora swore she could see the slightest suggestion of a smile playing around her lips when she thought Cora had stopped looking.

Ian was absolutely delighted by the attention she paid him, and seemed to strive to outdo any gesture of affection she tried to offer. One morning she brought him a cup of tea in bed — the next morning she awoke to an entire hot breakfast laid out across the blankets for her. She tidied his quarters a little, taking his cups and plates down to the kitchen and straightening the place up a little — when she next entered the room there was a new painting hung on the wall, a magnificent rendition of a proud black stallion a little like the black gelding she’d grown so fond of. After a minute, she recognized it as one he’d shown her on that day that now felt so long ago, the afternoon he’d taken her on a little tour of the castle. She’d mentioned liking it — and he’d not only remembered that, he’d had it brought to his room to make her happy. She soon gave up on trying to compete with him for favors and demonstrations of affection — it was a game he was just too good at. And she was happy to be spoiled.

Somehow, within twelve hours of their first afternoon together, the entire castle seemed to know about it. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have sworn that Ian must have told someone, but a little bit of investigating revealed that a handful of servants had seen her leaving his room with her hair in disarray and a blissful grin on her face. Servants! No wonder Mary was so paranoid about spies everywhere. They saw absolutely everything. That had to have been why Margaret always looked so knowledgeable — she must have been at the center of a vast network of information. At any rate, the gossip had spread like wildfire, and Ian just spread his hands apologetically when they walked into the dining hall together for dinner and half of the hall fell to furious whispering.

She had been a little worried, once the passion of their initial urgent encounter had faded, that she would be viewed negatively for such — behavior. Called a slut, or a whore, or a fallen woman — she briefly entertained a horrible vision of herself being cast out of the castle, of Colin MacClaran himself slamming the door shut after her. She brought these concerns to Audrina, who proceeded to squeal delightedly for about ten minutes about how thrilled

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