Kilty Pleasures by Anna Markland

Author:Anna Markland
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2018-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

Beggars Don’t Swagger

CORBIN LAY ON his belly in the long grass, watching Kyla and the lass hurl rocks from their slings.

Lily Maxwell was a far cry from what he’d previously been led to believe. She was still a bairn, but already showing curves in all the right places—an acceptable wife for him. If he married Lily, the only impediment to legally taking control of Caerlochnaven was Broderick. He didn’t foresee getting rid of the laird as a major problem—a bribe for a greedy servant here, a vial of monkshood there—simple. Corbin planned to play the part of the grieving brother-by-marriage. King James would be grateful to rely upon his strong presence in time of need.

It was so perfect, he didn’t understand why he hadn’t thought of it before. Or had he? The chit wasn’t a bad shot with the sling, either.

Now Kyla, on the other hand, looked like a veritable Amazon as she stood with impressive thighs braced, breasts thrust out, whirling the sling above her head and striking every single target. There was something to be said for male attire hugging a female derrière.

He’d marry Lily, but Kyla would warm his bed. No, she’d set it on fire.

The prospect was too arousing and he was getting bored just watching, not to mention chilled in the damp grass. They’d been practicing for over an hour and time was of the essence. Once the abbot told Broderick that Corbin had survived the sinking, his enemy would hie back to Caerlochnaven as fast as he could.

But it would be too late.

*

A PERSISTENT PRICKLE across her nape warned Kyla they were being watched. She scanned the surrounding meadows several times, but saw nothing. The castle was clearly visible only half a mile behind them. She was probably imagining things again.

There was no point alarming Lily who was making good progress with the sling.

Still, she wished she’d asked one of the Maxwell clansmen to accompany them.

There was no sign of Broderick’s boat when she shaded her eyes one last time to peer out across the Nith. She resigned herself to waiting within the safety of the castle. “We should get back,” she said.

As expected, Lily balked, until Kyla started to walk away.

The lass had just caught up with her when a man appeared out of the grass a dozen yards ahead. She stopped abruptly and clenched her jaw, annoyed she’d not heeded her father’s insistence on always trusting her instincts.

This odd-looking peasant had, indeed, been watching them.

Lily gripped her arm. “Who is he?”

“Ye dinna recognize him?”

“He’s nay from Caerlochnaven.”

Kyla narrowed her eyes as the man slowly walked toward them. He was wearing a strange sort of plaid slung over his shoulder, and trews that looked far too big. “A vagrant, mayhap?” she suggested.

But he swaggered.

Peasants and beggars didn’t swagger.

“I’m afraid,” Lily murmured.

Never taking her eyes off the stranger, Kyla stooped to feel for a rock. Her hand settled on one that wasn’t round or heavy enough, but it would have to do. She nestled it in the pouch of the sling.

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