Scottish Lasses by Glynnis Campbell

Author:Glynnis Campbell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Glynnis Campbell
Published: 2017-01-03T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Josselin watched the Highlander walk away, surprised into silence by his words, which were hauntingly familiar to her ears.

’Twas exactly what she’d always said of her mother and the battle at Ancrum—that Lilliard hadn’t been naïve, as everyone claimed, that she’d known very well what she risked.

But Josselin couldn’t afford to dwell on the past now. The Highlander was already on his way to the tee, about to best the queen at golf. She couldn’t let that happen. Mary needed allies now, not challengers. God knew she already had enough enemies in Scotland.

Josselin’s beer wagon driver had gone off to watch the game, and she knew she shouldn’t abandon her cart. ’Twas full of beer, after all, and there was nothing more tempting to a Scot than the prospect of a free pint. But something had to be done. The honor of the queen was at stake.

Fortunately, nobody was interested in drinking at the moment. The crowd had rushed back to the green to watch and wager on the new contest.

So Josselin stowed away her earnings, took off her apron, and left the beer wagon, hurrying across the field to catch Drew before he could make a terrible mistake.

At least Drew had had the courtesy to allow Mary to make the first drive. When Josselin arrived at the tee, the queen was settling into a comfortable stance, surrounded by shouting spectators. Josselin tugged surreptitiously at the Highlander’s sleeve.

He frowned, surprised at the interruption.

She pulled him close to whisper into his ear. “Ye can’t win.”

He shrugged, murmuring back, “If that’s what ye believe, then bet against me.”

“Nae. I mean ye mustn’t win.”

A smile touched the corner of his lip. “And ye mustn’t tell me what to do, darlin’.”

She only had a limited time to make him understand. “Damn it, Highlander,” she bit out, “I’m serious.”

“And so am I, lass,” he whispered back. “I’ve never thrown a game in my life. I’ll not start now.”

Anger and urgency made her reckless. She hissed, “Even if ye’re playin’ against…against the Queen o’ Scotland?”

He sighed and lifted a brow. “Ye don’t think I know that?”

She gave a tiny gasp.

“MacAdam!” the Queen interjected. “Are ye goin’ to tee up, or do ye intend to dally with the beer wagon wench all day?”

Josselin’s face flushed with heat as laughter circled around her. But when she tried to protest, Drew intervened to make matters worse.

He gave the queen a wide grin. “Ye must admit she’s a toothsome lass and a sore temptation.”

As if that weren’t bad enough, he crooked his elbow around Josselin’s neck, drew her close, and planted a brazen kiss on her mouth.

Despite her outrage and against her will, Josselin’s heart leaped into her throat. Drew’s lips were hot and commanding, calling to some primitive yearning within her. She felt his damp chest through the thin layer of his shirt and breathed his male scent, instantly intoxicated by his earthy essence. And God help her, her head grew dizzy and her knees weak.

When he released her, ’twas all she could do to stand upright.

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