The Sutherland Devil by Caroline Lee

Author:Caroline Lee [Lee, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Humour, Fiction, Romance, adventure
Goodreads: 48227473
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2019-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

Mayhap another bastard wouldnae be that bad.

Merrick slouched at the head table, his untouched trencher before him, and the noise of the meal swirling around him, staring into his flagon of ale. It was the day after the battle with the Lindsays, and nothing had changed; Andrew was still sulking, Gavin was still unconscious, and Saf…

Saf was still half-naked in his bed.

She’d woken with him this morning and had stared with bright eyes at his rock-hard cock before he’d reached for his kilt. It hadn’t been fear or disgust he’d seen in her expression, nay. It’d been want, the same want that had been coursing through him for days now.

That kiss didnae make anything better, fool.

Cursing himself, he took a draught of the ale, wondering if he should’ve eaten something first. Was he trying to get drunk?

A squeal from the other end of the table caught his attention, and he lunged forward in time to catch the roll Maggie had lobbed at Adelaide. When he glared at the wild twelve-year-old, Maggie paled and sank back into her seat.

Beside him, Mary chuckled low in her throat and leaned over to pluck the bread from his hand. Still clutching the goblet, he turned his glare on her, but she merely patted his arm and took a bite of the bread.

“Ye’re no’ fit company this afternoon, Da.”

“Aye,” he growled, collapsing back in his seat.

“And ye’re getting drunk, which isnae good. Are ye feeling guilty?”

Why? he wanted to snap. This daughter of his was perceptive. He raised a brow in her direction, and her lips twitched.

“Well, I donae ken why any of ye brave warriors would feel guilty, but Andrew’s been moping about, too.”

“He’s feeling guilty because he needed to be saved by a—a lad.”

He’d almost blurted Saf’s secret. Last night, he’d treated her as his squire, as they’d been before she’d thrown herself off a horse to protect one of his warriors. Before he’d kissed her.

I’m no’ ready to reveal her secret.

And he vowed to himself he’d discover why she’d come to his home dressed as a lad in the first place.

But Mary was shaking her head. “Nay, he’s feeling guilty because Saf had every reason to want him dead, but instead she—I mean he—saved Andrew.”

Merrick’s eyes darted up to his daughter’s, who didn’t look at all uncomfortable by her slip. Had it been a slip? Or intentional?

He frowned, wondering who else had seen through Saf’s disguise.

“Da, I stopped by to chat with Saf today. He said ye’ve locked him in and commanded him to rest.”

She wasn’t asking, but he nodded. “He lost a lot of blood,” he mumbled, looking into his flagon once more.

Mary made a little noise of dismissal. “He’s lonely, Da. And ye’re terrible company. I’ll sit in yer chair and glare at the bairns, if ye’d like, so ye can retire.”

“Is that what I’ve been doing?”

She frowned fiercely, obviously an attempt to mimic him. “Aye,” she growled in a low voice. “Ye’re giving everyone indigestion.”

With a snort, he slammed the flagon to the table.

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