The Daring Twin by Administrator

Author:Administrator
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Highland
Publisher: 0
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

It was early, the sun having yet to rise, when Fiona crept silently through the keep to

emerge in the great hall as a servant added fresh logs to the hearth. The dry logs caught

quickly and the fire was soon blazing, sending heat scurrying out into the dank hall.

Fiona cozied up on a bench at a table nearest to the fireplace. She pulled her green wool

shawl around her shoulders and knotted it at her breasts to keep warm, then tucked her feet

along with the hem of her brown skirt beneath her crossed-legs on the bench.

The servant promised to return with hot cider, letting her know a cold rain fell hard

outside and she would do well to remain warm by the fire.

The few of Raynor's clan she had the opportunity to meet she liked. They seemed

hospitable and friendly though a few warriors regarded her with skeptical glances. She did

not blame them, for she would have done the same herself.

Fiona thanked the servant profusely when she placed a steaming tankard of cider in front

of her and a wooden bowl piled high with bread that appeared hot from the hearth. A pot of

honey was the last item left.

She eagerly reached for a piece of bread and stopped, her hands returning to the heated

tankard. She thought herself hungry, but now ...

Her chaotic thoughts had her stirring all night. She slept little and when she had, it was a

restless sleep. Fearing she would disturb her sister with her twisting and turning, she left the

bed, dressed, and thought food might ease her anxious state.

Her stomach presently thought otherwise. It rumbled, flip-flopped, and fluttered until she

felt as if she could not eat a thing. She could not blame it only on her situation with Tarr.

Being honest, she would have to admit she was concerned with meeting her parents.

How would they be? How would they feel about Tarr and his demands? And would they

have demands of their own?

"Troubled thoughts?"

Fiona jumped and almost toppled off the bench, Tarr's firm grasp preventing her fall. They

stayed as they were, gazing into each other's eyes, a million thoughts and questions caught in

a single unacknowledged space and time. Instinct prevailed and they instantly joined in a

kiss, ignoring all else around them.

Simple and sweet. Tasty and lingering. Trembling

and aching. Needing and wanting. Their kiss spoke volumes, they parted reluctantly.

"Join with me?" she asked, and shook her head as she corrected, "join me for breakfast?"

He brushed his lips faintly across her cheek to her ear. "I would gladly agree to your first

offer, the time and place your choice. Until then . . . "

He left her side to walk around the table and sit opposite her.

The servant appeared from out of nowhere, startling them both as she placed a tankard of

cider in front of Tarr and a pitcher, steam rising from it, between them on the table. She was

gone as quickly as she had appeared.

"Tell me what troubles you," he said with earnest as he slathered a piece of bread with

honey.

To Fiona's surprise he handed it to her.

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