The Highlander's Princess Bride by Vanessa Kelly

The Highlander's Princess Bride by Vanessa Kelly

Author:Vanessa Kelly [Kelly, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

A bloody great headache awaited Nick on the other side of sleep. And was he lying on a block of wood? It was either that or his mattress urgently needed restuffing.

He cracked open his eyelids. Above him was the plasterwork medallion of his library ceiling, not the canopy of his bed.

“It’s about time ye returned to the land of the livin’,” barked a voice he had no trouble recognizing. “We were about to send for the surgeon.”

Nick shot upright into a sitting position, then clutched his head as pain knifed through his skull. “Jesus.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t yell.”

“He was practically whispering.” Royal said. “At least as much as Grandda can whisper.”

“I can whisper,” Angus loudly protested. “I can be silent as the bloody grave, ye ken.”

Nick opened his eyes to glare at them. “Would you both shut it? My head’s going to explode.”

He couldn’t remember ever having felt this disgusting. He had any number of character flaws, but getting piss drunk wasn’t one of them.

“Aye, yer stale drunk this morning, laddie,” Angus said in a sympathetic voice.

The old man was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace. Royal stood behind him, leaning a casual elbow on the back of the club chair.

“Thank you for stating the obvious.” Nick tried to rub out the ache at the base of his neck. “And could one of you explain what I’m doing down here?”

“You drank almost an entire decanter of whisky and passed out,” Royal said. “And since you’re too bloody heavy to move, we left you to sleep it off.”

Nick tossed aside the blanket that someone had thoughtfully placed over his legs. “I do remember getting jug-bitten, which I will never do again, by the way. But how did I end up on the blasted floor?”

Angus shrugged. “We dinna ken. Ye’ll have to ask the lassie.”

A vague image started to coalesce in the back of Nick’s mind. “The lassie?”

Royal nodded. “Miss Knight. She was the only person in the room when you, er, ended up on the floor.”

“When ye both ended up on the floor,” Angus corrected.

Nick braced his elbows on his bent knees and rested his throbbing head in his palms. Fractured memories of the previous evening started punching their way up through the fog, flooding his brain with vivid images—Victoria sitting on the footstool before him, Victoria sitting on his lap, and, finally, Victoria lying beneath him on the floor, with his cheek cushioned on the gentle swell of her breasts.

Bloody. Damn. Hell.

Most vivid of all, he remembered the glorious taste of her mouth as he took everything she’d sweetly and innocently offered. Even as wretched as he felt now, with wet wool for brains and a mouth like the inside of a cave, his body stirred at the memory.

“Och, ye were like an old married couple snug in yer bed,” Angus said with an expansive wave. “It fair brought a tear to mine eye to see ye so content, lad. Like wrapt up in warm flannel, ye were.


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