“Don’t touch me!
I’m not one of your whores.”
She fought the tears welling in her eyes. What a little fool she was! Why should she care with whom he lay?
Oh, but she did care.
And then he laughed. A hearty laugh the likes of which she’d never heard from him. She whirled on him, her face blazing. He shook his head and his laughter died. “My whores? Think ye I went, as well? To Inverness to rut with that chattel?”
“Didn’t you?”
“Nay.” His smile faded.
Her head pounded and her thoughts whirled in confusion. “But…I thought—”
“Nay, lass.” He reached for her. She did not resist as he pulled her into his arms.
She looked up at him and his expression softened. Warmth radiated from his body. Her hands moved instinctively to his chest.
His voice was a whisper. “What I desire lies not in Inverness…!”
The Mackintosh Bride
Harlequin Historical #576
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Contents
Prologue
The Highlands of Scotland, 1192
The girl tethered her pony in the forest and made her way on foot to the hidden copse. Shrouded in dawn’s mist it seemed a sinister place, so changed from the afternoons she and Iain had lazed by the brook and basked in the sunlight streaming through the trees.
She moved cautiously over fallen branches and dried leaves, concealing her approach. A feeling of dread washed over her as she crouched low and parted the gorse bushes that stood like sentinels at the entrance to the thicket.
Jesu, he was here! He was safe!
Iain lay sprawled at the water’s edge, bedraggled and still as death, his plaid wrapped carelessly around him. Infused with fear and relief, she crept forward and knelt beside him. His face, so gentle in sleep, was streaked with dirt and blood breached by small rivulets of still-damp tears.
The horrors of the night before came crashing in on her. Her heart went out to him and her own eyes welled. Fighting tears, she focused on the