Scot on Her Trail: a hilarious enemies-to-lovers medieval romance (The Hots for Scots Book 2) by Caroline Lee

Author:Caroline Lee [Lee, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-06T16:00:00+00:00

“Ow! Ye’re gripping my chin too tightly!” Allison scolded, pulling out of Skye’s hold.

Skye gritted her teeth, knowing full well that she was in full view of her sister-in-law, and thus, couldn’t roll her eyes the way she wanted to. “I need ye to hold still.”

Allison narrowed her eyes. “I can hold still just fine without ye leaving bruises on my fair skin. What would yer brother say if I told him ye were the one to hurt me so?”

“What would he say if yer eyebrows grew together atop yer face like some kind of bushy orange worm?” Skye snapped in returned.

Her sister-in-law reared back with a gasp, and rage flashed in her brown eyes. For a moment, Skye tightened her grip on the tweezer in her hand, not sure if Allison was going to slap her, or burst into tears.

Either was possible, as the MacIan twins had learned over the last year, ever since Laird Stewart MacIan had married the woman. Allison was the eldest daughter of a smaller clan, but despite the MacIans’ hardships, she seemed to think she were now just as high and mighty as the Earl of Sutherland.

Instead of lashing out this time, Allison’s eyes filled with tears.

Shite.

When Allison cried, Stewart gave her anything she wanted.

Which is why we’ve barely enough to support the clan as ‘tis!

“I cannae believe ye’d say something so cruel to yer verra own sister,” Allison sniffed.

This time, Skye couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling, but she turned away under the pretense of reaching for a wet cloth so Allison wouldn’t see it.

“Ye’re married to my brother.” ‘Twas as close as she’d come to telling the manipulative bitch she was no sister of hers. “And I told ye I’d help ye, because ye cannae pluck yer own brows yerself. But ye have to hold still.”

“Well, ye’re the one ripping hairs out of my face!”

Snorting, Skye tossed her the rag, ignoring Allison’s shriek of protest as the water splashed her.

“Aye, and it’ll hurt. ‘Tis the price ye pay for beauty.”

Allison pressed the cool material to her forehead and sighed mightily as Skye crossed back to where she was sitting, wielding the tweezers like a blade.

Her sister-in-law had remarkable carrot-orange hair, and rather unfortunate eyebrows to go with it. And since falling pregnant, her hair and nails have grown at prodigious rates. Her curls were thick and luxurious…but so were her eyebrows.

Allison must’ve been thinking the same thing. “For certes, breeding comes with its own collection of trials nae one tells ye about.” She sighed dramatically from under the cloth. “But ‘tis worth it—”

Skye had heard this last part enough to be able to mouth the words along with her sister-in-law. And as Allison’s eyes were covered by the cloth, Skye did so.

“—to bear the next laird of such a great and powerful clan.”

With a sigh, Skye settled herself in front of her brother’s very pregnant wife—the heart of all the clan’s current troubles—and lifted the tweezers once more.

“Are ye ready, Allison?”

“Oh, verra well.

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