The Accidental Highland Hero (35 page)

The boy hurried James’s horse out to him, and James swung into his saddle as Fergus and five men rushed out of the keep to join him. “Later, Catriona. This is not the time or place to discuss business.”

“But…”  She almost looked like she could cry.
Almost
. He’d never seen her weepy before, and even now, the expression didn’t suit her.

“Later.”

He kicked his horse to a gallop while his men rode out after him.

****

 Eilis, Fia, and their escort consisting of Eanruig and Niall, headed in the direction of the village, but she kept feeling they would not get very far.

“We will solicit some of our kin there, who will ride with us for protection,” Niall said. “’Twould not have been a sound idea to take any more of the staff at Craigly, or James would have suspected wrong—”

“Hold!”  James shouted from the distance as he and his men headed toward them at a gallop from behind.

Eilis’s heart sank, all her hope of escape shattered as she and her escort turned around.

Niall winked at Eilis. “No doubt my cousin has a plan.”

“He will have all our heads from the look of the stern expression on his face,” Eilis warned.

James slowed his horse to a trot and turned him around to walk beside Eilis, escorting her back to the castle.

She let out her breath in exasperation, avoiding James’s harsh look. “Broc will give me to my uncle, who will turn me over to—”

“Me,” James said, interrupting her. “’Tis the least I can do to repair your honor.”

Eilis’s face flushed with mortification. James had done nothing to dishonor her!  And she didn’t wish anyone to think he had.

Niall grinned. “I knew you would come up with a plan, cousin.”

“You
are
marrying Eilis?” Fia asked, her eyes wide.

Eanruig shook his head, although he looked more thoughtful than anything. “What of Lady Catriona, my laird?”

“The devil with her. Eilis is the pearl I plucked from the sea before I went on Crusade. ‘Tis the lass I was always bound to wed.”

Eanruig shifted his gaze from James to Eilis. “The one you searched high and low for?  The same lass your da was willing to pay any amount to have the girl returned to you as much as you wanted her?”  Eanruig smiled broadly. “The sopping wet young lassie lying on the edge of the cliff Malcolm said you kissed but knew not. Och, you had the whole of our kin in an uproar for weeks. ‘Twas a sign for sure.”

“Aye,” James said, sighing. “The very lass.”

Eilis closed her gaping mouth, frowned then said, “James?  You said you were named James. I had taken a fever, and I did not remember much of that day.”

“The kiss?”  He raised his brows speculatively.

Her face heating, she touched her lips.

“Aye, you remember, as chaste as it was.”

As Eilis recalled, ‘twas the very first kiss a lad ever presented her with, and ‘twas not chaste in the least. At least as far as it felt to her. And him betwixt her legs as his head rested on her breast, listening for her heartbeat when she had fainted, he had said.

James gave Niall a pointed look. “I will have a word with my cousin concerning his absconding with my bride later. But I intend to wed you first, lovely lass.”

“But Broc…he will put an end to your plans.”

“Do you wish me as your husband, Eilis?”

“Not if Dunbarton and my uncle join each other to fight you and your kin.”

“If we lived another thousand years, I surmise Dunbarton and I will never get along. As for your uncle, if he looks for alliances, he will have mine and more of a bride price than Dunbarton would ever pay. Trust me, lass, your uncle will not refuse this. Especially under the circumstances.”

“Circum…oh.” Her cheeks heated anew. “You mean because of Nesta’s tales.”

“She only embellished them, to be sure. But because of the uhm, circumstances she found us in, ‘twould have been anyone’s assumption who might have found us that I had already claimed you for my own, dear Eilis. So, aye, your uncle will be glad to have a son who honors his commitment.” James smiled at Eilis.

Part of her was thrilled, but another part of her felt alarmed.

As they grew closer to the outer bailey, she saw Broc and his men mounting their horses. Had they learned Eilis had run away?  She wanted James’s solid, warm body wrapped around her for protection.

“There is one other important issue, though,” James said to Eilis before they entered the outer bailey.

She waited breathlessly to hear it.

“A wee lad has come to visit. He is most anxious to see that you had not drowned in the sea.” James gave her such a questioning look she had no idea what he was searching for.

She could think of no bairn who—

Fia gasped. “Ethan, God in heaven. Did Broc bring him here?  You must give him refuge. He cannot return to our uncle.”

“Ethan?” Eilis squeaked. “Lord have…  How could I have forgotten him?” Tears filled her eyes.

“Hold,” James gently said, stopped her horse, pulled Eilis into his lap, and held her close.

Niall took her horse’s reins.

“Dear Eilis, your son will remain with us.” James held her even tighter against his chest.

Fia sputtered something under her breath. Eilis smiled through her tears. “He is my wee brother.” But why had Broc brought him here? To make her do her uncle’s bidding, that’s why.

James smiled, appearing relieved Ethan was not her son.

“I cannot believe I could forget him.”

“He is here now, and here he will remain. With you and me and the rest of our clan. Worry naught more about it,” James assured her.

As they reached the inner bailey, the messenger galloped to join them after his trip to see Dunbarton, with news concerning exchanging Dunbarton’s son for James’s brother.

“He does not look pleased,” Niall warned.

Everyone waited expectantly, but James dismounted then helped Eilis off her horse while Niall lifted Fia from hers. Several of James’s men gathered outside, ready to do battle with Broc and his men should the need arise. All waited for a signal from James to begin the fight.

“Return the ladies to their chamber,” James said, his hand on the hilt of his sword as Brock advanced.

“She comes with me now,” Broc commanded. “And the lad also.”

“Eilis and her brother will remain here. If you wish to enjoy our hospitality longer, so be it. But they will not be leaving here tonight.”

Broc jumped down from his horse and stalked toward Eilis, his expression intimidating for women and men of lesser fortitude as he scowled at James.

James drew his sword. “Hold, man. You will not touch the lady.”

“She is my cousin, and for now I am her guardian until I return her to my da.”

“She is my wife.” Or at least she would be. Tonight. No further delaying the matter.

Broc stood slack-jawed and looked from James to Eilis. Broc’s men appeared just as surprised. James hoped his people didn’t also.

“Aye,” Eilis said in a brave voice, although it still sounded meek to James’s ears.

He slipped his free arm around Eilis’s waist and felt her shiver. God’s wounds, her beast of a cousin would never lay a hand on her again. “Come, wife, a word with the messenger from Brecken and then off to bed with you.”

She drew closer to his side, her face flushing beautifully. James remembered the day when he wished to protect her from her cousin on the top of the cliff, the way she’d been injured and the whoremonger had treated her so roughly. If the man so much as took another step in her direction…

James tightened his hold on the hilt of his sword and steered her around Broc toward the keep.

“Ye have proof ye are wed?” Broc called after James, his voice threatening.

“Aye.” Soon enough.

James’s guards would keep Broc and his men in line in the meantime.

“What was the word?” James asked the messenger inside the keep, unable to wait until he reached the lady’s chamber, as Niall and Ian tagged along.

“Dunbarton said he would not exchange your brother for a son who was not his. But he would exchange Dougald for his betrothed. Those were his only terms.”

“Then someone sent word to Dunbarton concerning Eilis,” James said, frowning.

“But as Agnes or Eilis?” Niall asked.

“Matters not at this point. Fetch the priest from his bed, Ian.”

“Aye, my laird.” Ian bolted down the stairs.

“What do we do about Dunbarton?” Eanruig asked.

Niall shook his head. “We ought to lay siege to his castle.”

“If he promises to release your brother and Gunnolf,” Eilis said tearfully, “I will be Dunbarton’s wife.”

“Nay, sweeting.” James gave her a slight embrace. “We will come up with another plan. Come, you must see your wee brother. I am afraid I gave him a fright when I told him you were alive.”

“Ethan,” she whispered. “Dear God, he cannot be returned to my uncle. If naught else, he must remain here in your care.”

“Both of you will.” James knocked on the door, and Tavia answered, her eyes rounding as she saw Eilis and Fia.

James’s mother looked just as surprised.

“How is the lad?” James asked, not wishing to discuss the conspiracy of his people to ferret Eilis away without his permission.

Eilis rushed into the chamber before Tavia could say. Ethan jumped off the high bed and he, and Eilis ran into each other’s arms. “El!” he cried out. “Ye are alive!”

“Aye, Ethan, my darling. Aye.”

James’s mother smiled, but her expression shifted as she looked at James’s grim look.

“Dunbarton will not release Dougald,” James said. “But I did not have high hopes he would. I will come up with another plan.”

James’s mother paled. Tavia hurried over to her and held her arm.

“What is the rush?  This is an ungodly hour to be taking a wife,” the old priest grumbled from beyond the chamber. “And what are we doing here and not in the chapel?”

Ian said, “Father, circumstances are such that the laird must wed at once to avoid bloodshed.”

“Bloodshed ye say?  Verra well. Where are you taking me then?”

“The solar,” James said, intercepting them. “Come, we will have another ceremony where all of our people will celebrate, but for now, those of us here will witness the event in my solar.”

His mother’s pale face brightened slightly but then she frowned. “Eilis should change out of the traveling gown.”

“No time, Mother.” He offered his hand to Eilis.

She hesitated while Ethan’s arms were wrapped around her legs.

“Come, Ethan,” Fia said, pulling him away and lifting him into her arms. “Your sister is marrying Laird James.”

Ethan smiled shyly at him.

James inclined his head then turned to speak to Eilis. “Come, lass, and be mine.”