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The Pursuit
Sherring Cross [3]
Johanna Lindsey

What was to be a grand adventure for Melissa MacGregor an escape from the wilds of her Scottish home into the whirl of the London social scene--seems to pale before the promise in the passionate gaze of Lincoln Ross Burnett. Though they exchange but a few words before parting after a chance encounter on her grandfather's lands, Melissa instantly knows this bold stranger is her destiny, while Lincoln realizes his heart has been claimed forever and he will never be complete until Melissa MacGregor is his bride.

But there are serious obstacles impeding the well-smitten Viscount Cambury's pursuit of glorious romance: sixteen of them--all big and brawny, six named Ian and all named MacFearson. The bane of Lincoln's Youth, Melissa's stifling, disapproving uncles are now determined to rob him of his newfound happiness. Yet he is equally resolved to confront the peril--and to pursue his exquisite obsession all the way to London... and to the ends of the earth, if necessary.

JOHANNA
LINDSEY
The
PURSUIT
Contents:

Chapters

One

“You don’t like your mother very much, d’you, m’boy?”…

Two

Kimberly MacGregor waved the letter in her hand to gain…

Three

It was an old home, maintained extremely well. Donald Ross…

Four

Lincoln could blame his curiosity. He’d heard of the legend…

Five

Melissa stared dreamily out at the countryside rolling past the…

Six

Lincoln knew that it wouldn’t be easy, sitting down to eat…

Seven

Lincoln found the lake easily enough. He’d been told to follow…

Eight

Melissa was disappointed that she’d missed seeing Lincoln Burnett when…

Nine

Lincoln might not have gotten to see Melissa that day…

Ten

Melissa’s disappointment was so strong after the second week rolled…

Eleven

This was not the country waif in frill-less garb Lincoln…

Twelve

It was impossible to wait until teatime that next afternoon.

Thirteen

Lincoln arrived at the theater that night very eager to…

Fourteen

“Did you find him?” Ian Six asked as he entered…

Fifteen

For such a big house, and with so many servants…

Sixteen

Lincoln opened the door to his study, where he’d been..

Seventeen

Justin hadn’t Worked on his right swing, as had been…

Eighteen

“You’re late, m’boy, and for once you really shouldn’t have been,”…

Nineteen

Find out what Melissa thinks? Much more easily said than done.

Twenty

Melissa actually considered climbing out the window of her bedroom…

Twenty-One

Melissa sat back in the coach opposite Lincoln. It was Plush.

Twenty-Two

“Your silence isn’t very encouraging,” Lincoln said with a great…

Twenty-Three

Melissa was amazed, looking at the clock in her room…

Twenty-Four

Lincoln didn’t try to delude himself that Melissa’s uncles would…

Twenty-Five

“We took care o’ it.” Ian One was greeted with…

Twenty-Six

It was much easier to rant and rave at her…

Twenty-Seven

When Ian Six reported that Melissa had locked herself in…

Twenty-Eight

Curiosity prompted the MacFearsons to arrive early at the address…

Twenty-Nine

Melissa was still too angry to feel just relief. Megan…

Thirty

Kimberly was annoyed with him. Well, in truth, steaming mad…

Thirty-One

“D’ye realize that Melissa actually said she might no’ obey…

Thirty-Two

“She’s angry,” Ian Six cautioned his brothers before they entered…

Thirty-Three

It took nearly a half hour for a full accounting.

Thirty-Four

Lincoln couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. During those few…

Thirty-Five

Melissa had wanted to hurry, because she’d assumed, like most…

Thirty-Six

Melissa had taken Lincoln by surprise with her question. Herself…

Thirty-Seven

Lincoln woke with the same feeling of euphoria with which…

Thirty-Eight

It was still early afternoon when they arrived back in…

Thirty-Nine

Lachlan stormed into the parlor. He was unkempt, dusty, tired-looking…

Forty

The journey back to the Highlands of Scotland wasn’t as…

Forty-One

The castle had been warned of their impending arrival. Rooms…

Forty-Two

“Was that wise, d’ye think, putting him down there wi’…

Forty-Three

Melissa went to bed seriously disgruntled with her father. She…

Forty-Four

Melissa marched into the castle, stopped at the bottom of…

Forty-Five

They were found late that afternoon about halfway home, crossing…

Forty-Six

More than half of the MacFearson brothers caught cold that…

Forty-Seven

Melissa was extremely frustrated with herself, and her body in…

Forty-Eight

Kregora was silent. No laughter, none of the usual banter…

Forty-Nine

It was very odd, to be among the MacFearsons and…

Fifty

It could be a serious inconvenience to be an only…

Fifty-one

Melissa wouldn’t let up badgering. Lincoln until he agreed to…

Fifty-Two

Lincoln was sitting down. He was in shock. Melissa was…

Fifty-Three

Lincoln had walked out. His tone had been cold, but…

Fifty-Four

It was the deepest sort of pain, to see all…

Fifty-Five

Lincoln rode back to Scotland at a normal pace. Perhaps…

Fifty-Six

They were married two day later. Lincoln didn’t mind waiting…

 

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By Johanna Lindsey

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“Y
OU
don’t like your mother very much, d’you, m’boy?”

Lincoln Ross Burnett, seventeenth viscount Cambury, glanced curiously at his aunt sitting across from him in the plush coach that was climbing ever higher into the Highlands of Scotland. The question wasn’t surprising, at least to him. Yet it was one that would simply be ignored—if asked by anyone else.

His Aunt Henry—only her husband and Lincoln had ever been permitted to call her Henry—was a sweet, cherubic woman in her forty-fifth year. A bit scatterbrained, but that merely made her more adorable. She was short, pudgy, and had a round face surrounded by an arch of frizzy gold curls. Her daughter, Edith, was identical, just a younger version. Neither was classically pretty, but they grew on you; each had her own endearing qualities.

Lincoln loved them both.
They
were his family now, not the woman who had remained in the Highlands after she’d sent him off to live with his uncle in England nineteen years ago. He’d been only ten at the time, and had been devastated to have been ripped from the only home he’d known and sent to live among strangers.

But the Burnetts didn’t remain strangers. From the beginning they treated him like a son, even though they had no children yet. Edith was born the year after his arrival, and they were told, unfortunately, that she would be their one and only. So it wasn’t surprising that his Uncle Richard decided to make him his heir, even changing his name so that the Burnett name would be preserved along with the title.

It shouldn’t bother him any longer. He’d lived more years in England now than he had at his home in Scotland. He’d lost the Scottish burr years ago, and he fit so well into English society that most people he was acquainted with had no idea he’d been born in Scotland. They thought Ross was merely his middle name, rather than his original surname.

No, none of this should bother him a bit after all these years, but it bloody well did. He kept his bitterness firmly in hand, though—at least he’d thought no one had detected it. Yet his aunt’s question suggested she knew the truth.

Oddly, one of the things that Lincoln admired greatly in his aunt was that although she could bully with the best of them if it was a matter of
health or welfare—and he’d spent many an unnecessary extra day in his bed getting over a cold to prove it—she didn’t assert herself otherwise. If a matter was considered none of her business, she wouldn’t try to make it her business. And how he felt about his mother was his business alone.

Nor was he inclined to own up to those feelings, and so he asked Henriette evasively, “What gives you that idea?”

“This brooding you’ve been doing since we left home isn’t like you, and you’ve never been so tense—nor so silent, I might add. You haven’t said a word since Edith dozed off.”

Thankfully, he had the perfect excuse. “I’ve had a lot on my mind since you announced Edith was going to have her come-out in the grand old style this season and volunteered
me
as her chaperone. I don’t know the first bloody thing about chaperoning a young miss who’s shopping for a husband.”

“Nonsense, there’s nothing complicated about it. And you did agree it’s past time for you to do that shopping for yourself, since you’ve no one in particular in mind yet either. You should have already got your own family started. You’ve been tardy, which is fine for a man, but Edith can’t afford to be. So you accomplish the same goal together. It’s a brilliant plan, and you know it. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“No, but—”

“Well, then, we are back to my question, aren’t we?” Henriette persisted.

“No, actually, I’ve answered that, and if not to your satisfaction, at least be assured there is nothing for you to be concerned about.”

“Nonsense,” she disagreed again. “Just because I haven’t nagged you about the direction you choose for your life, doesn’t mean I haven’t been immeasurably concerned when you’ve trod down the wrong paths.”


Im
measurably?” He raised a brow, accompanied with a grin he couldn’t hold back.

She humphed over his amusement. “You will not dillydally around the subject thinking you can avoid it this time.”

He sighed. “Very well, what else has led to this amazing assumption that I don’t like my mother?”

“Possibly because you haven’t visited her in nineteen years?”

It had been ripping him up, the stark beauty of the view out the coach window. His mind hadn’t been playing reminiscent tricks on him all these years. The Highlands of Scotland were as wild and magnificent as he remembered—and he’d missed his homeland more than even he had realized, to go by the effect that seeing it again was having on him. But even that hadn’t been enough to draw him back here sooner.

“There’s been no need to visit her here, since she’s visited England numerous times,” he pointed out.

“And you managed to be busy elsewhere most of those times,” she countered.

“Unavoidable circumstance,” he maintained,
though her expression said she wasn’t buying that either.

“I’d say pulling teeth would be easier.”

“The timing was never convenient.”

“Faugh, none of your reasons ever washed. Excuses all. Goodness, don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush, m’boy. Hit the mark, did I?”

His blush, of course, just deepened, now that it had been pointed out. The increased embarrassment turned his voice quite stiff. “This conversation is not productive, Aunt Henry. Do leave it go, before we wake Edith.”

She was hurt that he refused to share his feelings with her. He saw it briefly before she masked it with a tsk, a twist of her lips, then a shrug. Henriette didn’t pout. She probably didn’t know how. But she wasn’t usually so persistent either, and he was afraid the subject wasn’t over, that it would be brought up again at another time.

His Uncle Richard had known what the problem was, but he’d had no answers for Lincoln. Richard Burnett had never been close with his only sister, so he couldn’t explain her reasoning with any degree of certainty, but neither did he take her side in the matter. The best he’d been able to offer was that she was raising Lincoln alone, without a father to guide him—then the trouble began and she didn’t know how to handle the situation. Besides, Richard had been in the middle, very grateful that she’d sent Lincoln to him, thus providing him with an heir, so he preferred to ignore the reasons for it.

Lincoln wasn’t quite sure why he’d finally agreed to revisit his old home. Most likely because he
had
made the decision to find himself a wife and get his own family started—a new life, a new start—and he wished to put his old grievances to rest first. It was a major undertaking, starting a new family. He planned to do it right and to have no brooding influence from the past mucking it up. But what had him so worried were the strong doubts that he could put those resentments to rest. He was afraid that seeing his mother in the home she had denied him was just going to fan it all to the point of rage again. The previous rage had lasted two years after he’d arrived in England, two long years before it tamped down to mere resentment.

He did want it all gone, though, all behind him. There was even the remote hope that he could forgive his mother. He was almost thirty, too old to be holding childhood grudges. And the blame wasn’t even all hers. She’d merely been too much the coward to confront their neighbor and insist he put a leash on his sons, who were determined to kill Lincoln every chance they got. Numerous things could have been done to end the savage onslaught. But she chose not to face it, chose instead to uproot Lincoln, sending him away from his home, his country—and her.

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