She turned, startled by the warrior’s presence. She hadn’t heard him approach, but she’d been too absorbed with other matters.She smiled faintly. “ ’Tis the truth I’ve no awareness of the cold.”“ ’Tis even worse then for you’ll not know when you’ve grown too cold.”She wanted to ask him if Alan had sent him, but she refused to speak his name. She had vowed to remain stoic, even if it killed her.“ ’Tis a beautiful morn,” she said conversationally. “The snows are nearly gone. ’Tis not usually so warm this time of year.”“Aye, but it’s still too cold for a lass such as yourself to be out alone without proper clothing.”Keeley sighed and cast another stare over the water. The calmness soothed her. Gave her peace when her insides were in turmoil. If only she could pull it around her like a cloak. Steel armor that no one could breech.“You know the McDonalds were my clan.”The words were baldly spoken, laid out in brash fashion. She had no idea why she said them. Gannon was hardly a pers
There was a brief argument before Mary shooed Edward and told him to leave her in peace. Caleb and Alan each took an arm and all but hauled Edward from the chamber.At the doorway, Alan stopped and glanced back at Keeley. His lips lifted in a half smile and she made herself do the same. Then the three brothers disappeared. Gannon stuck his head in and bowed his head in Mary’s direction.“If you have need of anything, I’ll be outside the chamber door.”Mary smiled. “Thank you, Gannon.” Then her face promptly spasmed in pain and she issued a grunt as Gannon backed hastily out.“Ah now, that’s better,” Maddie proclaimed with a satisfied smile. “The birthing chamber is no place for a man. They’re such babies when it comes to a woman’s pain.”Christina chuckled and Mary nodded her agreement.“Edward wants to be here. ’Tis important to him,” Mary said softly.“I’ll make sure he’s here. I told Gannon to tell the others not to let him drink overmuch,” Keeley teased. “You have a ways yet. ’Tis
He bellowed with rage and struck out at her. She ducked but not in time to keep him from striking her cheek. She reeled and tripped over the bed.“Exactly where you belong,” he spat as he advanced.Several things happened at once.The door splintered and exploded inward. The laird’s eyes widened with fear. And then suddenly he flew across the room, hitting the wall with a loud smack.Keeley stared in astonishment as Caleb advanced on the laird, his entire body bristling with rage. She scrambled backward on the bed, hoisting herself so she could see what went on.Caleb hauled the laird to his feet and then flattened him with a fist. Never had she seen someone so angry. If she didn’t intervene, Caleb would kill the other man. Not that she particularly cared of his fate, but the implications would be far-reaching.Ignoring the fiery pain in her jaw and the cold shock creeping over her body, she ran toward Caleb and latched on to his arm.“Caleb, you must stop!”Caleb dropped the laird an
Keeley smiled brightly. “ ’Tis no need. There is nothing to discuss. I hear the king arrives in two days’ time. Congratulations on your marriage. I’m sure you must be breathless with excitement.”She turned and hurried down the hall, Rachael’s troubled gaze following her the entire way.Alan swung his sword in a wide arc and sent his opponent’s shield flying through the air. ’Twas the fourth man he’d dispatched in as many minutes, and he whirled, looking for his next adversary.His men stood at a wary distance, none stepping up to challenge.Then Caleb stepped in front of him, flipping his sword in a casual manner that was blatantly mocking—and challenging.“You’re spoiling for a fight, brother. ’Tis the truth so I’m more than willing to oblige you.”Alan scowled. “I’m in no mood for your baiting.”Caleb lifted an eyebrow. “Baiting? We both want the same thing. Quit wasting time and raise your sword.”Without pausing to wonder why Caleb was spoiling for a fight, Alan lunged and swung
She lifted her eyebrow. “Are you offering?”He frowned deeper. “Aye. I know ’tis overwhelming and the talk will be of Alan’s marriage on the morrow. But I don’t think you should spend the eve alone in your chamber.”Her expression softened and she smiled up at him.“For God’s sake, just don’t cry,” he grumbled.She smothered her laughter. “I’d be happy for your escort.”He held out his arm and stared pointedly at her.The evening meal was noisy and boisterous, and it lasted long into the night. The high table was filled with lairds of surrounding clans, all jockeying for favor with the king.Rachael looked bored and restless as she sat between Alan and her father. Mary looked as though she’d tip over at any moment, until Edward put his arm around her and pulled her into his side, obviously uncaring of proprieties.Caleb sat next to Keeley and quietly observed the hubbub around him. Though not talkative, he did lean in on more than one occasion and ask Keeley how she was faring.His co
“I am grateful to call the Woods my clan,” she said. “I am proud.”Edward smiled. “Go now. I’ll not keep you further.”Keeley curtsied and hurriedly left the alcove and headed in the direction of the courtyard. She dodged through the throng of people and made her way to the hillside that overlooked the place where Alan and Rachael would be wed.Pulling her shawl tighter around her to ward off the chill, she settled down on the brown patch of grass that had been covered by snow for so long.The brisk wind soothed her and numbed some of the pain that still clawed through her chest. The sun shone high overhead and warmed her face and shoulders. ’Twas a perfect day for a wedding. The near springlike conditions could only be a sign that this day was sanctioned by God himself.The entire keep hummed with an air of expectancy. Banners from a dozen different clans flew high and rippled in the breeze outside the outer skirt. Smaller celebrations among the clans filtered through the air and she
Alan sucked in air through his nostrils. “He is mine to kill.”Caleb sank onto the bed next to his brother. “Aye, when we’ve extracted the necessary information from him, he is yours to kill. No one would deny you that right.”“She saved me again,” Alan said bleakly. “The arrow was meant for me. She stepped in front of it and gave her life for mine.”“She is a fierce lass. She loves you.”That Caleb spoke of love without derision in his voice was surprising. But there was only grudging admiration and truth in his tone.Alan buried his head in his hands. “I’ve made such a mess of things.”“Don’t torture yourself, Alan. You were in an impossible situation. You and Keeley handled it as best you could. Much was riding on your marriage to Rachael.”“I’m married to Keeley,” Alan said quietly.“Aye, I heard it. I bore witness to the handfast.”“It brings me no comfort when she lies dying down the hall.”Caleb glanced at Gannon and then back to Alan. “You sell the lass short, Alan. She’s toug
“Take you where, sweeting?”“To place … where we said … good-bye. Where you last … kissed me.”He buried his face against her neck and wept.“Please.”Oh, God, he didn’t want her to beg. The pleading in her voice completely undid him.“Aye, Keeley, I’ll take you. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”She smiled faintly and her eyes closed, as if the few words she’d spoken had completely spent her.He gently gathered her in his arms and lifted her. He held her against his chest and pressed his lips to the top of her head. Tears slipped unchecked down his cheeks as he strode down the hall. No one tried to stop him. Mary and Rachael openly wept as he passed. Maddie wore a stricken look and Gannon bowed his head in grief. At the top of the staircase, Caleb stood, his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.Then slowly he put his hand out to touch Keeley’s hair and let his fingers slide over her cheek. He leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead in a tender gesture. It wa