My Something Wonderful (Book One, The Sisters of Scotland) by Barnett Jill

Author:Barnett, Jill [Barnett, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jill Barnett Books
Published: 2017-12-02T18:00:00+00:00

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Lyall quickly stepped back into the shadows when he heard the clamor of men and horses, then eased deeper into the depths of the alley where he knew he was out of sight and moved over to the opposite wall for a better view. Across the way, a tall, copper-haired nobleman came out of a tavern to join a troop of men-at-arms waiting in the narrow dirt street. Lyall recognized the badges and the Douglas device.

“The alewife says she paid for boarding her horse and hound,” the man told Finngal Douglas, tall and mounted at the head of his guards on a fine piece of Barb-blooded horseflesh that shifted spiritedly, hooves dancing in the dirt.

“What hound?” Douglas asked, frowning. “Cait has no hound.”

“Based upon her history for trouble, Finn, she could have most easily found herself a hound…no doubt one that once guarded the River Styx.”

“Aye. Do not remind me of her propensity for trouble. She is my curse for every wrong I've ever committed.“

"Was like trying to cull coin from that alewife’s purse to get her to tell me what little she did spill. Seems she took a fancy to the poor laddie.”

“The poor laddie, my bride,” Douglas said, shaking his head.

“The puir wee laddie who stole my purse.”

“She will pay you back, I will see that she will regret this day.”

“She is a wonder, the way she can twist people around her finger. The old alewife gave me the evil eye for daring to ask about her or imply the lad was in truth a woman.”

“Cait does not have me fooled. The moment my back is turned she is gone, out traipsing the countryside on a lark, dressed as a lad or servant, unprotected….again. How many times is this?”

“Five,” the knight said, ”If you count the time she dressed as a nun.

Douglas drew a gloved hand through his dark hair and scowled. “God’s Legs….if anything happens to her, Sutherland and my father will have my head on a pike.”

“Aye, Finn,” his friend said sarcastically. “Keep telling yourself ‘tis all about the earls’ tempers,” he paused. “And that you care naught a fig for her.”

“I care,” Douglas said briskly. “I care to make the little shrew regret disobeying my orders.”

The knight shook his head. “I would wager a year’s income—should your wife not steal it from me—that she is no longer in Inverness. She was most likely out the gates before we had gathered the men in their saddles. We have searched the town twice over.”

A look of pure determination washed over the face of Finn Douglas. “Then mount up and we will ride hard to Killencraig. I feel the sudden itch to beat my wife.”

“And come out the worse for it, I’ll wager. You are dealing with the Lady Caitrin. What do you suppose she will throw at you this time? You had good a lump from that apple. I would have never believed fruit could be an effective weapon. Mayhap we should store a barrel of them along the curtain walls.

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