He rested his cheek on the top of her head and held her so tightly that she could scarcely breathe. He trembled against her, and it awed her that this fierce warrior had been afraid. For her. That he shook with it. It shamed her that she’d thought even for a moment that he didn’t want their child, even if it was a logical conclusion at the time.Now she wanted confirmation. She wanted to hear it from his own lips that he was joyous over her pregnancy.“So you’re happy about the baby?”Her question was muffled by his chest, but he went still and then slowly drew her away so that he looked down into her eyes.“Happy? I think happy is too mundane a word. There are many words that accurately describe my reaction. Wonder. Aye, wonder. ’Tis not something I’ve contemplated until recently, and even then I spoke as a man boasting to be boasting. It didn’t really settle with me that I would become a father until Sarah bore the news to me in the hallway. The image hit me with force enough to sta
Caleb frowned. “A Woods of course.”Scowls spread through the assembled clansmen and grumbles rose. Many turned their backs and walked away.Rachael slid her hand into Caleb’s. He could feel her tremble. He squeezed to reassure her.“I’ll not tolerate disrespect toward my wife,” he said tightly.“ ’Tis not Rachael we disrespect,” one hollered up before also turning away.Caleb’s nostrils flared as he viewed the dismay on Rachael’s face. He’d had enough of his new clan and their animosity. ’Twas as if they wanted to be conquered and destroyed. He’d never been so sorely tempted to take his wife and return to Woods lands and let the lot of them rot.It was time to take a much harder line. He’d coddled them too long. They’d either come around or they’d leave.Some of the joy had dimmed from Rachael’s eyes as she watched her clan turn their backs on her. She stared for a long moment before Caleb gently guided her back inside the keep.As soon as they walked in, Rachael tugged her hand from
Caleb paused in his training and looked up as if knowing he’d find Rachael there watching. A slight smile lifted his lips and he nodded his acknowledgment to her. It gave her a ridiculous thrill every time he looked her way. Even though she despaired of the fact that he was oversolicitous, at the same time, she took great joy in the fact that he was so mindful of her well-being.He may not admit that he had any soft feelings for her, but ’twas obvious he hadn’t hardened his heart to her.“Soon you’ll give me the words I want, husband,” she whispered fiercely.“What’s that you say, lass?” Sarah asked.“ ’Tis nothing. I was but talking to myself.”“Come away. ’Tis starting to snow.”Rachael allowed Sarah to pull her back inside the keep and the two women walked down to the great hall so Rachael could warm herself by the fire.Despite Rachael’s earlier misgivings about learning the managing of the keep, after Caleb’s insistence that she remain inside, she had decided she needed something
For several long moments he continued his gentle caresses as he softened inside her. Impossibly, he wrapped one arm around her and put his other hand to the floor to push himself upward.He slipped from her body as he stood, but he continued to hold her as he turned toward the bed, the tub and the food forgotten.He laid her down and crawled into bed beside her, pulling her against his body. They sprawled there on the mattress, limbs tangled, arms thrown possessively over each other. He kissed her forehead and sighed in contentment. She savored the sound of a well-pleasured man and smiled her satisfaction.“I am unsure what warranted such affection from my wife, but do tell me so that I may do it again in the future,” he said lightly.She squeezed him and kissed the hollow of his neck. Then she toyed idly with his hair, suddenly possessed to want to know more of her husband.“What is it you write in your scrolls?”He drew away, seemingly surprised by the question. He looked faintly …
The afternoon was spent preserving the venison, but Rachael quickly discovered one unpleasant aspect of her condition. She hadn’t been plagued with any sickness thus far. Indeed, other than fatigue at the beginning, she’d enjoyed an unremarkable pregnancy so far. But as soon as she got close to the carcass of the stag, the smell of blood and raw meat made her stomach heave violently.She humiliated herself by retching into the snow, and try as she might she couldn’t rid herself of the odor that now seemed permanently implanted in her nostrils.Gannon gently led her away from where the women were working and took her through the snow to the far side of the courtyard where she could look upon the loch in the distance and breathe crisp, clean-smelling air.“ ’Tis humiliating,” Rachael muttered.Gannon smiled. “Nay, ’tis not an uncommon event for a woman in your condition. I think Lady Woods retched from the time she discovered her pregnancy to the time she delivered. Cormac and I were fo
Caleb opened his eyes to see Cameron standing a short distance away. Hatred was bitter in Caleb’s mouth. That the man was so close and yet Caleb was helpless to do anything but lie there made bile rise in his throat. If he could manage the feat, he’d spit in Cameron’s eye.“So you have,” Cameron said.He walked over to where Caleb lay on the ground and kicked at his wounded shoulder. Caleb grimaced but stared up at Cameron, allowing the full breadth of his hatred to show.“You’d like to kill me, wouldn’t you, Caleb?” Cameron taunted in a low voice. “You hate me more than even your brothers do. ’Twas your foolishness that brought low your clan. My cousin is bonny, is she not? I haven’t seen her in some time. She’s likely spreading her legs for some other poor besotted fool.”Caleb continued to stare at Cameron until Cameron fidgeted uncomfortably and then booted Caleb in the shoulder again.“I wonder if given a choice between saving his brother’s life or protecting his lovely wife and
She reared back and slapped him as hard as she could across one cheek.Caleb’s neck snapped back and he barely managed to stay on his knees. He whipped his head back around to stare at his wife. His wife. She stood before him, her eyes spitting fury, while Cameron and Gregor stood behind her looking faintly amused.“Are you mad?” he demanded. “What are you doing?”“I’m here to see you die,” she hissed. “If God is willing and with Laird Cameron’s permission, I aim to do the killing myself. ’Twould give me great pleasure to rid myself of you, Caleb Woods.”He heard her words. He saw the very real anger in her eyes. But he couldn’t make sense of any of it. Dread crept into his chest until it pained him more than the arrow wound in his back.It couldn’t be happening again. He couldn’t countenance history repeating itself in such a bizarre manner.Duncan Cameron came up behind Rachael and slid a hand over her shoulder. “Your wife is here to see you, Caleb. Isn’t that thoughtful of her? She
Then she made her move. She turned abruptly and thrust the fire torch into Cameron’s face. His howl of pain was instantaneous. At the exact moment of his cry, Rachael let out a war cry that rivaled any Caleb had ever heard.She drew her sword, tore off her cloak, and ran for the stake. Caleb stared in disbelief as McDonald soldiers swarmed over the walls, dropping down, swords in hands.The wife and clan he’d vowed was not his own had come to save him.“Are you strong enough to fight?” Rachael yelled as she slashed at the bonds securing him to the stake.“Aye, I can fight.” He wasn’t dead yet and he’d be damned if he let his wife risk everything for naught.She disappeared before he had fully loosened himself from the ropes. He caught sight of her engaged in battle a short distance away but before he could think to aid her, he dodged a sword and rolled away, barely surviving with his head.The first order of business was to find a sword. Caleb dodged again when one of Cameron’s men sl