His Highland Bride (His Highland Heart Book 4) by Willa Blair

Author:Willa Blair [Blair, Willa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oliver Heber Books
Published: 2020-11-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The next morning, Cameron turned his face into the freshening breeze, enjoying being back at sea on a Sutherland birlinn despite the storm clouds gathering on the horizon. The ship had sailed smoothly this far, but now it bit through the increasing waves, its sails bowed like full bellies, ready to burst. He didn’t care if the deck tossed beneath his feet. He was on his way to Mary, finally, and if the storm-driven wind got him there faster, he’d ride it out and thank the saints for it.

He would make a life with her, whether Laird Rose approved or not.

He thought back over his father’s praise of his intelligence and sense. High praise, indeed, from Laird Sutherland. And a balm to Cameron’s damaged ego. It made him proud. After their discussion, he found himself even more determined to do anything necessary to stand at Mary’s side and be an asset to her. He thought about how he would approach James Rose and ask for Mary’s hand. He had only himself to offer her, weakened, yet determined—and Sutherland, powerful and strong. He hoped that would be enough for her father and her.

Would Mary accept him? Would she welcome him back to Rose? After his conversation with his father, after he declared his love for Mary, he could not return to Sutherland without her.

He would stay as long as it took to win her. What happened after they wed would depend on her. He would remain at Rose with her if she remained the Rose heir. Or, if she wished it, though the consequence of abandoning Rose seemed dire, he would return with her to Sutherland as soon as he could get her away from her father, his seemingly lamb-headed wife, and any bairn they might produce. If she became laird, his answer would be the same—he would remain by her side.

If Mary had missed him half as much as he missed her, all would be well. If not, he would convince her. A vision of her filled his mind, blonde, laughing, eyes snapping at some clever remark one of them had made, then coming toward him, gaze locked on his, until his lips met hers and he lost himself in her kiss. Just thinking about her made him hard and hungry for her.

“Ho, Cameron, a moment of yer time,” Malcolm called, interrupting his thoughts.

“Aye?” Cameron glanced around, surprised at how dark it had gotten while he woolgathered.

“Storm’s coming on fast,” Malcolm said, pointing. “Help me take down the sail.”

Cameron leapt to the ropes. He and Malcolm made fast work of securing the sheets. The pull and tug bothered Cameron’s injury only a little today, so he took one of the rowing stations and helped steer the birlinn closer to shore.

“Have we reached Rose territory yet?” Malcolm, sitting opposite him, asked over the rising wind.

“Nay. Brodie, I think.” He studied the storm clouds. “’Tis time to put ashore and seek shelter with them.”

“Do ye ken them?”

“Aye. They’re friends.”

“Any port in a storm,” Malcolm quipped as the rain suddenly pelted down.

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