A sudden smile caught him by surprise. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Neither could Alex. “Will you look at that?” he whispered.
“I’m looking,” Gowrie announced. “I’m just not believing. Is that our Brodick backing away?” He snorted with amusement. “I’ve never seen that particular expression on his face before. What do you think she’s saying to him?”
She was giving the warrior hell, lain decided. Judith’s hands were settled on her hips, and when she’d started toward her adversary, she didn’t stop. Brodick was literally backing away from her. He looked . . . astonished, too.
Her voice was muffled by the wind and the distance, but lain knew she wasn’t whispering. Nay, she was shouting, all right, and every now and then Brodick actually flinched.
lain turned to look at Margaret. Her hands covered her mouth, and when she realized he was watching her, she immediately turned her gaze to the tabletop. She wasn’t quick enough. He caught the look of worry in her eyes and knew that she was somehow involved.
The door opened. Judith forced a smile and hurried back to the table. She sat down, folded her hands in her lap, and let out a sigh. Brodick took his time following. When he was once again settled on his stool, the attention turned to him. Judith felt it safe enough to nod to Margaret. She winked, too.
lain caught that action. His curiosity intensified.
Brodick cleared his throat. “Isabelle and Winslow have a cottage almost this size.” He’d muttered that comment.
“Well now, that’s fine to hear,” Cameron replied.
Brodick nodded. He acted terribly uncomfortable. “She’s due to have her baby any time now.”
Margaret let out a happy gasp. Tears filled her eyes. She reached out and took hold of her husband’s hand. “We’re going to have a grandchild,” she whispered.
Cameron nodded. His eyes, Judith noticed, were getting misty, too. He turned his attention to his goblet.
lain finally understood what Judith’s game had been. She’d thrown a tantrum, embarrassed herself, too, and all because she wanted to help Margaret find out how her daughter was doing. Judith was such a gentlewoman. It had never dawned on him to think Isabelle’s parents might want news about their daughter, but an outsider had seen the obvious and had set out to help.
“Were there any specific questions you would like to ask about your daughter?” Brodick asked.
Margaret didn’t just have one question. She had hundreds. Alex and Gowrie even answered a few of them.
Judith couldn’t have been more pleased. It did chafe to know that the only reason Brodick was cooperating was because she had threatened to ride with him. The thought of having to touch her was more repulsive than talk about private family matters. Still, what did her feelings matter? The look of joy on Margaret’s face was adequate compensation for Brodick’s surly attitude.
The cottage was wonderfully warm, almost toasty. Judith tried to pay attention to the conversation, but exhaustion made that a difficult task. She noticed Cameron had tried to refill Brodick’s goblet with more water, but the pitcher was empty.
Judith put the stool she’d been sitting on back against the wall near the hearth and carried another pitcher of water over to the table. Cameron nodded his thanks to her.
Lord, she was weary. The men swallowed up the space she’d occupied, and her back was aching too much to sit there anyway. She went over to the stool by the hearth, sat down and rested her shoulders against the cool stone wall. She closed her eyes and was sound asleep less than a minute later.
lain couldn’t take his gaze off her. She was so lovely. Her face looked angelic. He stared at her a long, long while, until he realized she was slumping herself off the stool.
He nodded to Brodick to continue the story he was telling, then went over to stand next to Judith. He leaned against the wall, folded his arms across his chest in a relaxed stance and listened to the tale Brodick was telling about Winslow and Isabelle. Margaret and Cameron were hanging on his every word. They both smiled when Brodick made mention that Isabelle was generous to a fault.
Judith lost her balance. She would have pitched forward if Iain hadn’t reached down to steady her. He pushed her back against the wall, then nudged her head toward him. The side of her face rested against the lower portion of his thigh.
A good hour passed before lain called a halt to the conversation. “We’ll leave at first light, Cameron. We’ve still two full days ahead of us before we reach home.”
“Your woman can have our bed,” Cameron suggested. His voice started out loud, but then he turned and saw that Judith was sleeping, and his voice dropped to a whisper.
“She’ll sleep outside with us,” lain replied. He softened his denial. “Judith wouldn’t want you to give up your bed for her.”
Neither Margaret nor Cameron argued over the laird’s decision. Iain leaned down, transferred Judith into his arms, then stood up.
“The lass is dead to the world,” Alex remarked with a grin.
“Would you like extra blankets? The wind’s biting tonight,” Margaret warned.
Gowrie opened the door for lain. “We have everything we need.”
lain carried Judith through the opening, then suddenly stopped. He turned around. “Thank you for the supper, Margaret. It was a fine meal.”
The compliment sounded awkward to him, but Margaret looked pleased. Her blush was as bright as the fire in the hearth. Cameron acted as though he’d been given the praise, too. His chest swelled until it was in jeopardy of bursting.
lain continued on toward the trees across from the barn. The foliage would give them protection against the wind, privacy too. He held Judith while Alex fixed a shelter for her, then knelt down and placed her on the plaid Gowrie had spread inside the small fur-lined tent.
“I promised the lass she would have a warm bed inside tonight,” Alex remarked.
Iain shook his head. “She stays with us,” he announced.
No one argued over that statement. The men turned and walked away just as lain was covering Judith with a second plaid. She never opened her eyes. The back of his hand deliberately brushed against her cheek.
“What am I going to do about you?” he whispered.
He hadn’t expected an answer and didn’t get one. Judith snuggled under the blankets and let out a little moan.
He was reluctant to leave her. He forced himself to stand up, and grabbed one of the plaids Alex offered him on his way over to the nearest tree. He scratched his shoulders against the bark, sat down, leaned back and closed his eyes.
A sound he’d never heard before awakened him in the dead of the night. The other men heard it, too.
“What in God’s name is that noise?” Brodick muttered.
Judith was making all the racket. She was wide awake, miserable too. She thought she was in jeopardy of freezing to death. She couldn’t quit shivering. Her teeth were chattering, and that was the sound the men were hearing.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, Brodick,” she called out. Her voice literally trembled with each word. “I was moaning over the cold.”
“You’re really cold, lass?” Alex asked. The surprise in his voice was evident.
“I just said that I was,” she answered.
“Come here,” lain commanded, sounding a bit surly.
Judith responded in kind. “No.”
He smiled in the darkness. “Then I’ll have to come to you.”
“You stay away from me, Iain Maitland,” she commanded. “And if you think to order me to quit being cold, I’m warning you now—it won’t work.”
He walked over to stand in front of the tent. She could only see the tips of his boots until he tore the furs away. He destroyed the cocoon in seconds.
“That helped,” she muttered. She sat up so she could glare at him.
lain pushed her back and stretched out on the ground beside her. He rested on his side, giving her the heat from his back.
Brodick suddenly appeare
d on her other side. He stretched out on his side with his back toward her. Judith instinctively wiggled closer to lain. Brodick followed her, until his back was pressed against hers.
She was certainly warm enough now. The heat radiating from the giant warriors was amazing.
It felt wonderful.
“She feels like a block of ice,” Brodick remarked.
Judith started laughing. The sound made both lain and Brodick smile.
“Brodick?”
“What is it?”
He sounded mean again. She didn’t let that bother her. She was finally catching on to his ways, and knew the bluster was all for show. Underneath that gruff exterior beat a kind heart. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For taking the time to talk about Isabelle.”
The warrior grunted. She laughed again.
“Judith?”
She snuggled closer to Iain’s back before answering him. “Yes, Iain?”
“Quit wiggling and go to sleep.”
She felt like obeying him. She fell asleep almost immediately.
A long while passed before Brodick spoke again. He wanted to be certain Judith really was asleep and wouldn’t hear what he was going to say. “Each time she’s given a choice, she turns to you.”
“How’s that, Brodick?”
“She’s glued to your back now, not mine. She prefers riding with you, too. Didn’t you notice the pitiful expression on her face when you made her ride with Alex today? She looked damn forlorn.”
lain smiled. “I noticed,” he admitted. “But if she prefers me, it’s only because I’m Patrick’s brother.”
“There’s a hell of a lot more to it than that.”
lain didn’t respond to that comment.
Several minutes passed before Brodick spoke again. “Let me know, Iain.”
“Let you know what?”
“If you’re going to keep her or not.”
“And if I’m not?”
“Then I am.”
Chapter 5
It took two more days to reach the Maitland holding. They spent the last night in a beautiful forest called Glennden Falls. Birch, pine, and oak trees were so thick in the area, the horses could barely get through the narrow path. A mist, more white than gray, and nearly waist high in some spots, floated around the greenery, giving an air of magic to the paradise.
Judith was enchanted. She walked into the mist until it completely surrounded her. lain watched her. She turned around, caught him staring at her, and whispered in a voice filled with awe that this was surely the most beautiful spot in all the world.
“This is what I envision Heaven to be, Iain,” she told him.
He seemed surprised, took a good look around him, and then, in his arrogant way, said, “Perhaps.”
It was evident the man had never taken the time to appreciate the beauty around him. She told him so. He gave her a long, thorough look that started at the top of her head and ended at the tips of her boots. He moved forward, gently touched the side of her face, and then said, “I’m noticing all right.”
She could feel herself blushing. He was referring to her, of course. Did he truly find her beautiful? She was too embarrassed to ask. He turned her attention, however, with his announcement that she could have a proper bath.
She was thrilled. The water cascading down the gentle slope was frigid, but she was too happy to have the opportunity to thoroughly scrub herself to mind the cold. She even washed her hair. She had to braid it damp, but that didn’t bother her, either.
She wanted to look her best when she was reunited with her friend. Judith was a little apprehensive about seeing Frances Catherine again. It had been almost four years since their last visit. Would her friend think she’d changed very much . . . and if so, would she think the changes were for the better or the worse?
Judith didn’t allow herself to fret over the reunion long. In her heart she knew it would be all right. Her excitement grew as soon as she pushed the silly worry aside, and by the time they’d finished their supper, she was literally pacing around the campfire.
“Did you know Cameron’s wife stayed up all night cooking for us?” she asked no one in particular. “She sent Isabelle her favorite sweet biscuits, but she made enough for us as well.”
Alex, Gowrie, and Brodick were all sitting around the fire. lain leaned against a fat birch, watching her. No one replied to her comments about Margaret.
She wasn’t daunted. Nothing could dampen her enthusiasm. “Why do we have a fire tonight? We haven’t had one before,” she remarked.
Gowrie answered her. “We’re on Maitland land now. We weren’t before.”
She let out a gasp. “This wonderland belongs to you?”
Alex and Gowrie both smiled. Brodick frowned. “Will you quit your pacing, woman? You’re making my head ache watching you.”
She threw Brodick a smile when she strolled past him. “Then don’t watch,” she suggested.
She wanted to nudge his temper a bit, but he surprised her with a grin.
“Why are you pacing?” lain asked.
“I’m too excited about tomorrow to sit still. It’s been a long while since I’ve seen Frances Catherine, and I have so many things I want to tell her. My mind’s cluttered with them. I wager I won’t be able to sleep a wink tonight.”
lain secretly wagered she would. He won. Judith was dead to the world as soon as she closed her eyes.
When morning arrived, she refused to be rushed. She warned them she was going to take her time, and when she returned to the camp where lain and the others impatiently waited on horseback for her, she looked as magical as her surroundings. She was dressed in a brilliant blue gown that perfectly matched the dramatic color of her eyes. Her hair was unbound, and the thick curls floated around her shoulders when she moved.
A tightness settled in Iain’s chest. He couldn’t seem to take his gaze away from her. His lack of discipline appalled him. He shook his head over his own shameful behavior and scowled at the woman driving him to distraction.
Judith reached the clearing and then stopped. lain didn’t understand why she was hesitating until he turned and noticed his men had all extended their hands to her. Each was beckoning her forward.
“She’s riding with me.”
His voice didn’t suggest anyone argue. She thought he was irritated because she’d taken so long to get ready this morning.
She slowly made her way over to his side. “I did warn you I’d need more time today, so you really don’t have anything to frown about.”
He let out a sigh. “It isn’t ladylike to speak to me in that tone,” he explained.
Her eyes widened. “What tone?”
“Demanding.”
“I wasn’t demanding.”
“You really shouldn’t argue with me, either.”
She didn’t even try to hide her exasperation. Her hands settled on the sides of her hips. “Iain, I understand that because you’re laird, you’re used to ordering people around. However—”
She didn’t get to finish her explanation. He leaned down, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her up into his lap. She let out a yelp. He hadn’t hurt her, though. Nay, it was his amazing quickness that caught her off guard.
“You and I are going to have to come to some sort of understanding,” he announced in a hard, no nonsense tone of voice.
He turned to his companions. “Go ahead,” he ordered. “We’ll catch up.”
While he waited until his men had left, she tried to turn in his lap so she would be facing the front. He squeezed her around the waist, a silent message to stay where she was.
She pinched his arm to get him to let up on his hold. He watched his men take their leave, waiting for privacy so he could speak to her without being overheard, but he did let up on his grip. She immediately quit squirming.
She turned to look up at him. He hadn’t shaved this morning. He looked a little disheveled and very, very masculine.
Abruptly, he turned his full attention to her. They stared into each other’s eyes a long minute. He wondered how in God’s name he was ever going to be able to leave her alone once they reached his home. She wondered how he’d come by such a fine, unblemished profile. She turned her attention to his mouth. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Heaven help her, she really wanted to be kissed.
He wanted to kiss her. He took a deep breath in an effort to control his wayward thoughts. “Judith, this attraction between us is probably due to the fact that we’ve been forced to endure each other’s company for over a week now. The closeness—”
She took immediate exception to his poor choice of words. “You feel you’ve been forced to endure my company?”
He ignored her interruption. “When we reach the holding, everything will change, of course. There’s a specific chain of command, and everyone in the Maitland clan adheres to the same rules.”
“Why?”
“So there won’t be chaos.”
He waited for her to nod before continuing. He was trying not to look at her sweet mouth.
“The rule we all follow . . . or rather, the chain of command, was put aside during this journey for necessity’s sake, but once we reach our destination, we will not have such an unstructured relationship.”
He paused again. She assumed he was waiting for her agreement. She dutifully nodded. He looked relieved until she asked, “Why is that?”
He let out a sigh. “Because I’m laird.”
“I already knew you were laird,” she replied. “And I’m certain you’re a fine one, too. Still, I do wonder what this talk is about. I believe I mentioned before, I’m not a member of your clan.”
“And I’m certain I explained that while you’re a guest on my land, you’ll obey the same rules as everyone else.”
She patted his arm. “You’re still worried I’ll cause trouble, aren’t you?”
He suddenly felt like throttling her.
“I’m really going to try to get along with everyone,” she whispered. “I won’t make any problems.”
He smiled. “I’m not certain that’s possible. As soon as they realize you’re English, their minds will be set against you.”