Oath of a Scottish Warrior by Sky Purington

Author:Sky Purington [Sky Purington]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2016-02-23T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

ARMS CROSSED OVER his chest, Rònan leaned against the outside of the stables and eyed Tait. “Ye dinnae need to wait out here. Erin will be just fine.” He nodded at the boisterous crowd. “Go celebrate and enjoy my clan. I insist.”

“While thankful for your hospitality, we prefer to lay eyes on Erin before we go anywhere,” Bjorn said.

Both Vikings ignored the numerous lasses trying to get their attention every bit as much as Rònan did the ones sidling up to him. And that was a first. Not a day had gone by when he didn’t have a lass or two or even three tucked against his side. But they no longer held any appeal. At least not the ones in his immediate vicinity. No, if anything he was becoming uncomfortably aware that he had lain with most of them.

Tait, clearly sensing his thoughts, shot him a small grin. “It will be interesting to see Erin’s reaction to your endless fans.”

Rònan narrowed his eyes. “As if ye didnae have enough of yer own back in Scandinavia.”

“Aye,” Tait relented. He smirked at several lasses who again sidled up next to Rònan. “Something tells me it will be different with you.” His eyes went to the women. “Surrounded by so many all the time.”

“Enough.” Bjorn frowned at Tait. “You are a Viking dragon enjoying your kin’s hospitality. Remember that and behave better.”

Tait scowled but said nothing more as Rònan again ushered the women away, trying his best to be kind about it. Yet he grew frustrated. Not with the lasses but with himself. Mainly because he realized how focused he had been on the next set of thighs he’d settle between rather than working toward being an admirable chieftain.

“’Tis bloody good to see ye well, Cousin,” Niall said. Just in time, his friend leaned against the stables beside him, fending off women before they drifted too close to Rònan. “Ye need to stop vanishing for such long bouts.”

Rònan had been filled in on what happened after he left and how long he’d been gone. This time around, Niall held out more faith that he would return alive. Not to say a hearty embrace wasn’t involved when he reappeared.

“Aye, ‘tis good to see ye well indeed,” Logan said, leaning against the stables on his other side, a secondary stopper to any lasses attempting to approach. “I’ve had word sent to MacLomain Castle about recent developments. Though Connell is overseeing everything well enough, Machara's parents have joined him there.”

He had seen little of Colin and McKayla MacLomain since this all began. Rònan nodded. “How fare our aunt and uncle? It has been too long since I last saw them.”

“Good.” Logan chuckled and nodded at the Vikings. “Aunt McKayla got it in her head to write about them. Apparently, she’s started having visions about them and lasses from the future.”

Rònan frowned. “Our lasses?”

“God, nay.” Logan shook his head. “They arenae Brouns.”

Not relieved in the least, a response died on his lips when Erin and her friends finally came out of the stables.

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