Highlander's Beautiful Liar A Scottish Medieval Highlander Romance Historical Novel - Adamina Young Page 0,72
her husband and sighed with pleasure. “Do you think we’ve made the wrong decision with Stephen?”
Beneath her, Alec growled. “I think if ye are thinking of Stephen and not of me, then I did something verra wrong. Perhaps we should try again.”
“Be serious,” she laughed as she propped herself up and stared down at the man she was so in love with. Their future was turning out to be everything she’d never thought she’d have for herself, and it was because of this incredibly wonderful and terrifying man. “I know that you’ve been sending him to watch over Lana.”
Alec immediately grimaced. “Do ye now?”
“I’m not angry. I know that you didn’t want me to worry and would have told me if something terrible was happening to her. I’m pleased that you love her like a sister as well, but I know that something happened between them. When Lana is here, she usually can’t stop looking at him, and now she’s here, all boldness and fire. I know the look in her eyes well.”
Gently easing her to the side, Alec rolled her over so that she was sprawled on the blanket beneath him. After two children, she’d been worried about the changes in her body and still being able to please him, but he’d run his hands over every curve, licked every stretch mark on her body, and had vibrated with pleasure.
“If Stephen had bedded her, he would have wed her. ’Tis as simple as that. I would not have sent any other man.”
“I am not saying it went that far, but Stephen looks at her too. It’s clear they love each other, but he’s never not gone after something he wanted. If he wants Lana, why doesn’t he court her? Perhaps we should not have set them up together.”
“Always overthinking things.” Lovingly, he brushed the hair from her face. “If he didn’t want to be with Lana, he would have let us send Jamie to watch over her.”
Desire bloomed inside of her, and she curved her leg up his. “He better make quick work because her parents will be demanding that we send her home soon.”
“I have no doubt that by tonight, the two of them will be inseparable. How about ye, my love? Are ye ready to go back to the keep?”
“One more,” she whispered as she pulled him in for a kiss.
“’Tis what ye said last time.”
“True, but this time I mean it.”
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Prologue
She was furious. This man was one of the Dunbar workers; she knew that because her father had taken her around to meet every one of the men and their wives on the MacEwan estate. And this man was a stranger. She was not going to allow anyone with any connection to the Dunbars to wander about MacEwan land unchallenged!
Malle MacEwan was an expert horsewoman. Everyone on the MacEwan estate knew it, but she always looked tiny on top of her big war horse Arthur, whom she had named after the legendary King of the Britons. He was an enormous chestnut beast who was more than a ton of bulging muscles and had hooves the size of dinner plates. He would let no one else ride him but Malle, and with her, he was as gentle as a newborn lamb.
He did not look gentle now, though. Malle was in pursuit of a trespasser who had the temerity to venture onto MacEwan land, no doubt to poach the deer there. Some thieves had even tried to poach the wild boars, but those fearsome tusked pigs could take care of themselves, and it took a brave man to tackle one.
However, this man was not brave. Malle had heard him as she walked Arthur down to the burn to drink, and sat behind him to watch him squatting behind a bush and peering through the trees. She peered through the trunks of the closely-spaced pine trees to see what he was doing, but he seemed to be trying to make himself disappear, cowering behind a bush in terror.
Malle rode forward, then dismounted, confident that the trespasser had not seen her, but when she trod on a twig that broke under