Scandal's Splendor by Collette Cameron

Author:Collette Cameron
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 2016-11-29T22:00:00+00:00

Och, imagine if Jacques hadn’t been a gentleman and agreed to her reckless suggestion. Misjudging him chafed her conscience. He didn’t seem the same opportunistic scoundrel who’d snatched a kiss in Paris.

After giving Freya a final pat, and tucking a towel around the kittens busy nursing once more, Seonaid secured the pen’s latch. True, she couldn’t deny that she wished for the ability to use her gift to foresee her future and others too.

Would she marry? If so, who? Would she have children? Suffer heartache? Would her family?

Had Jacques, in fact, been a spy?

His manner reminded her of Ewan’s, and she couldn’t prevent her mind from again making the comparison.

Would his mining venture be profitable, and would he succeed in renovating his estate?

How she wished she could see those details. No, not entirely true. She wanted to know if the outcomes were favorable, not the reverse.

And that made her a shallow coward.

In any event, it mightn’t make a difference as far as Jacques was concerned. A kiss did not a proposal make, and her premature contemplations would surely lead to more heartache.

Still, it would be helpful to have a morsel of knowledge in advance.

Wrapping her pelisse about her shoulders, she released a sorrowful sigh. Her second sight never worked that way, and after nearly a decade, she didn’t expect her gift to abruptly change.

Gift.

Odd, that at this moment, she considered the sight of a seer a gift. This confounded double-mindedness had her at sixes and sevens. One moment, she loathed the second sight and would do anything to quell her visions, and a bit later, she bemoaned not having the ability to foretell the future.

She’d better make up her mind what she truly wanted and stop behaving like an indecisive, feckless halfwit.

Well then, until the Lord provided a means to remove it—or Seonaid forced the issue through marriage—she’d endure the visions with much more grace than she had in recent days.

She’d throw herself into preparations for the house party and start assembling a trousseau. That ought to keep her occupied. Busy hands and an occupied mind worked wonders to keep unwanted musings at bay.

Feeling more optimistic than she had in weeks, Seonaid bid her pets farewell and stepped from the outbuilding.

A snowball splatted against her shoulder.

“I saw that, Bruce McKenzie.”

“Nae be me, Miss Seonaid.” A broad grin wreathing his round-cheeked face, the lad pointed to a strapping tartan-clad man. “Douglas McLean be guilty of hittin’ ye.”

“Ye be too much of a temptation, lass.” A devilish smile creasing Douglas’s chiseled face, he let loose with another miniature, white cannonball. This one splattered below her chin, sending wet gobs trailing between her pelisse’s collar and her neck.

“Try to hit me. I dare ye.” Skipping about the bailey, he waved his arms, challenging her.

Overgrown child.

He’d teased her good-naturedly for as long as she could remember, and he made her laugh with his silly antics. His guffaw became a strangled choke when she hurled a hefty blob straight into his face.

Laughing, she scooped another handful of snow, and then hurled that one at Douglas too.

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