Kilts Ahoy! (Clash of the Tartans Book 6) by Anna Markland

Author:Anna Markland [Markland, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2020-08-19T16:00:00+00:00

A Son of My Blood

Upon returning home from Wick, Teagan summoned Katie and confided everything about the adventure. The lass might be young, but she’d keep Teagan’s secret. “I ken ’tisna proper, but I dinna care. Marshall and I have just a fortnight to enjoy each other’s company. And he’s teaching me all about sailing.”

Katie squealed with delight but when Teagan asked about male attire, her bottom lip quivered.

“I’m sorry. ’Twas thoughtless of me to expect ye’d want to part with yer brothers’ belongings.”

Katie sniffled. “Aye, some things are precious and I’d ne’er part with them. But clothes dinna have any importance. I think there’s one or two things of wee Jamie’s in our cottage that might fit ye. I’ll fetch them on the morrow.”

“I hadna realized the cottage was still empty,” Teagan said. “Ye have yer own chamber in the castle.”

“Aye. And I’m grateful. Too many ghosts, ye ken. But Laird Beathan let it be kent ’twas to remain untenanted until I was ready to let it go. And he has waived the rent.”

This was a compassionate side of her eldest brother Teagan hadn’t known about. She was grateful, too, that Seth made no mention of the afternoon’s activities during the evening meal. She sought her bed early but spent most of the night tossing and turning, dreaming of meeting Marshall again—this time, dressed in boy’s clothing. He’d be surprised. Pleasantly, she hoped.

Awake before dawn, she rushed to the door when Katie tapped, pleased to see her maid laden down with garments. They spent an hour togging Teagan out in various articles of clothing, finally settling on a pair of woolen trews held up by braces and a long-sleeved chambray shirt. “I’ll wear my riding boots, and tuck in the trews,” she declared, pleased with her appearance in the mirror. “The jacket of my riding habit will finish off the outfit nicely.”

Bo sniffed the borrowed clothing suspiciously.

Clad once more in her riding attire, she repaired to the hall to break her fast. None of her brothers appeared until she had almost finished her oatmeal, which was a boon. She was sure excitement about the upcoming afternoon’s tryst was written all over her face and they’d be certain to tease. Seth might jump to her defense and reveal the secret. No one said anything when she left for her usual morning ride.

Elated when Marshall once again waved as she rode along the cliffs, she shouted to the winds, “Until this afternoon.”

Upon returning to the castle, she hied back to her chamber to change and await Janie Tailor. Master Halkirk had been informed she wouldn’t be attending lessons because of the appointment with the seamstress.

Bo skulked out of the chamber, tail between his legs when Janie arrived right on time and gave him the evil eye. Her arms were laden with bolts of silk—not all green. “I got to thinking, ye perhaps dinna like green,” she declared, dumping the fabrics on the bed. “Pink would be better, perhaps,” she suggested, unfurling a bolt of the most garish pink Teagan had ever seen.

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