The Wedding (24 page)

Alec suddenly moved toward her, and with such an arrogant swagger, she understood how Connor had learned how to be so intimidating. His brother had taught him.

“Brenna, come here.” Connor gave the command in a voice tinged with exasperation. She immediately raised her head, went down the stairs, and hurried over to his side. She kept her gaze on Alec Kincaid with each step she took.

Except for their size, the two warriors didn't look at all like brothers. Connor had dark brown hair; Alec had a good deal of red in his. Connor's face looked more patrician to her, though Alec did have a fine profile too, she grudgingly admitted. The physical differences didn't end there, of course. When Connor wasn't frowning, which in her estimation was a rarity, he was somewhat handsome. Alec, on the other hand, could never ever be considered the least bit attractive.

Still, they were two thorns from the same thistle. Their tactics in terrorizing innocent ladies were identical. Their behavior was downright sinful, but what made it even worse was the fact that neither warrior seemed to realize the effect he had on others.

Brenna wondered if her hair was turning gray. She'd heard some women's did when they were subjected to a horror. She tried to calm down. He was only a man and no more threatening than Connor. Unfortunately, that simple truth didn't comfort her at all.

Her husband didn't either. She finally forced herself to stop staring at Satan's nightmare and looked up at Connor. He ignored her. It couldn't get any worse, she told herself. Then Connor shoved her behind his back. She wanted to kick him.

Alec was disappointed in Connor's bride. He couldn't imagine she would ever survive a marriage to Connor if she turned out to be the frightened little rabbit he supposed her to be. Connor would trample all over her in no time at all.

“I'm going to talk to her, Connor. Get the hell out of the way or I'll have you removed from the hall,” Alec roared.

Her husband didn't even flinch. She did. She got angry too, as it was atrocious of one brother to speak to another in such a hostile tone.

“You may, of course, talk to her, Alec, but you may not raise your voice. I don't want you to frighten her.”

Brenna's anger suddenly switched directions. Her wrath was now fully directed at her husband. Did he have to tell his brother he would frighten her if he raised his voice? Now Alec would think her a weakling, and what kind of a beginning was that? She nudged Connor in his back to let him know what she thought about his comment. He pulled her back to his side and gave her a frown, so she smiled just to bother him.

A woman called out to Laird Kincaid from the entrance. Connor didn't look at her. Brenna couldn't look anywhere else. The woman was so strikingly beautiful, Brenna blinked twice, thinking she might be a vision sent to comfort her through this nightmare. The woman didn't disappear. She wasn't just beautiful. She was courageous as well because she willingly walked across the hall to speak to Alec.

Laird Kincaid's reaction to the vision was a miracle. His voice turned into velvet when he granted the woman permission to come forward. He even smiled as he leaned down to listen to her. Saints be praised, he was human after all.

Unfortunately, the miracle wasn't long-lasting. Brenna stared at the vision, who bowed to them and took her leave. Brenna knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn't seem to stop, until she began to feel as attractive as last week's leftovers. Alec must think Connor was out of his mind to have married Brenna when he could have chosen one of these Highland beauties. They probably grew like heather around here.

“Connor, is your woman timid?”

“Perhaps,” he allowed, wondering what his brother's game was.

“I would like to ask you a few questions, Lady Brenna. I expect you to be truthful in your replies. You have nothing to fear from me. Did you ask my brother to marry you?”

She really was going to kill Connor. How dare he tell Alec about her childish embarrassment. Granted, he had forewarned her, but she hadn't believed him because she was certain he would find it as embarrassing as she did.

“Yes, Laird. I did ask him to marry me.”

“Do you have something more to say to me?” he asked, thinking she would surely explain why she'd done such a thing.

“I do.”

“Say it then.”

“I'm not timid.”

He came close to smiling. There had been a definite note of defiance in her voice when she'd defended herself. Perhaps she wasn't such a mouse after all.

“I thought you were.”

“You were mistaken.”

He nodded.

“Did you ask Connor before you were promised to MacNare?”

“Yes.”

“Alec, we've been over this,” Connor interjected. “As I've explained several times now, she asked me three times. Now let it go,” he added as he gently pushed his wife behind his back again.

Three times? He had to mention all the details, didn't he? She suddenly found herself wondering how timid Alec would think she was if he watched her throttle her husband.

“I decide when I've heard enough.”

“She belongs to me now,” Connor replied

“She could still be given to MacNare. Don't push me again, brother. You won't like the consequences.”

“Our wedding was blessed. Brenna, stop pushing me.”

“Anything can be undone,” said Alec.

“You won't go against our church.”

“No, I won't,” Alec conceded. “There is another way I could give her to MacNare.”

“She could even now be carrying my child. Damn it, wife, will you stop trying to provoke me?”

“She can still be free of you.”

“How?”

“I'll kill you.”

Connor was about to scoff at his brother's threat when his wife got his attention. She was suddenly standing in front of him.

“You will not kill him,” she shouted at Alec.

Her anger caught both men by surprise.

“For God's sake, Brenna,” Connor muttered as he moved her behind his back again. “Stay out of this.”

“Let her speak, Connor.”

She was already standing in front of her husband by the time Alec finished giving his command.

“Why can't I kill him?”

“He's your brother.”

“Give me a good reason.”

She couldn't think of one. “You have to make the best of it.”

Alec leaned back against the table, folded his arms across his chest, and stared at her. “The best of what?”

“Connor. I understand why you want to kill him. Most everyone who meets him eventually feels that way. Still, he's your brother, and if you'll only think about his virtues, you'll surely let him live.”

“Name his virtues?”

“I just knew you were going to say that.”

She realized she'd blurted out her thought as soon as the words were out of her mouth, and she hurried on before Connor took offense. “He has hundreds of virtues.”

“Such as?”

“He's loyal.”

“And?”

She threaded her fingers through her hair in agitation while she concentrated on trying to come up with another one. “His men seem to like him.”

“Do you?”

“This has gone far enough, Alec. Brenna, if you continue to defend me, my brother will have me tortured before he kills me.”

“I'm doing the best I can.”

Alec abruptly ended the inquisition by leaving the hall. It was apparent Connor had gotten his manners from his older brother.

“What the hell just came over you, Brenna?”

“You came over me,” she cried out. “You've turned me into a raving simpleton. I want to go home now.”

“We can't leave until Alec comes back.”

“He won't kill you, will he?”

“No, he won't kill me. I didn't realize you cared.”

The laughter in his voice set her off. “I don't care.”

“Then why did you try to defend me?”

He would have to turn logical on her. “If anyone kills you, it's going to be me, and I swear to God that if you try to shove me behind you again, I will. Do you have any?”

“Any what?”

“Virtues.”

“I'm pleasant enough.”

“I was told not to lie.”

“I let you voice your opinion.”

“That isn't a virtue.”

He finally took mercy on her. “It's over now. I told you he wouldn't hurt you.”

“It wasn't sufficient warning,” she snapped. “He's coming back,” she added in a whisper.

Alec wasn't alone. The vision followed her laird into the hall and waited by his side when he ordered Brenna to come to him.

Connor had to nudge Brenna to get her started. She walked over to the laird, bowed her head, and waited for him to scare the hell out of her again.

“Welcome to the family, Lady Brenna.”

J
amie insisted they stay for supper so she could have a nice long visit with Brenna. Connor insisted they leave. Alec wasn't about to let his wife be disappointed, however. He ended the discussion by turning the invitation into a command.

No one bothered to ask Brenna how she felt about it. She was hungry, of course—she always was—but she wasn't about to eat anything at all in front of relatives she wanted to impress. She might do something horrid like spill her drink or eat too much once she got started, and God only knew what they would think of her then.

She'd moved close to Connor's side during the long-winded debate, but didn't realize she'd taken hold of his hand until he had to help her let go of him so he could follow his brother outside.

When he leaned down toward her, she assumed he wanted to kiss her before he took his leave. Her father had often done that when he left his wife's side, and Brenna was so appreciative that Connor was finally going to be thoughtful, she decided to beat him to the task.

He didn't expect it. Before he even had a glimmer of her intentions, her mouth touched his for a second or two, and she was finished.

She looked damned pleased with herself.

He looked thunderstruck.

He didn't make an issue of her behavior, and while he found it puzzling that she didn't seem to understand what was appropriate and what wasn't, he had to admit it didn't bother him all that much.

“Now will you let go of my hand?”

She did as he requested and clasped her hands behind her back.

Alec had already reached the top of the steps and was staring at the tapestry hanging over the mantel. The look on his face wasn't at all pleasant. Thankfully, his irritation seemed to be directed toward his wife.

“Think I wouldn't notice, Jamie?” He sounded furious.

Jamie didn't look any worse for wear, though. She frowned at her husband and called out, “Think I wouldn't notice my beloved William hanging in the stables?”

Connor nudged Brenna to get her attention, told her to stay out of trouble, and followed his brother outside.

Jamie excused herself a minute later. “Please make yourself comfortable while I go and have a word with cook about the preparations. We'll eat an hour earlier than usual so you can be home well before dark. I'll hurry back.”

The minute Brenna was alone, she frantically tried to make herself more presentable. She brushed the dust off her clothes, adjusted the pleats of her plaid, shoved her hair back over her shoulders, and pinched some color into her cheeks. Unfortunately, once she was finished, she suspected she didn't look any better.

She wished she didn't feel so nervous and unsure of herself. She blamed her condition on Alec Kincaid. Why, her hands were still shaking from her introduction to Connor's brother, and how in heaven's name was she ever going to be able to sit down at the same table with the man?

She didn't want to draw any attention to herself. She was determined not to make any mistakes or talk about anything one of them might take exception to, and so she listed all the subjects she mustn't bring up. England came to mind first. Alec and Jamie probably felt the same way Connor did about her beloved country, which meant they detested it, and even though she thought such an opinion was both ignorant and foolish, she wasn't about to get into an argument with them.

The list of topics she must avoid went on and on, and it didn't take her long to realize the only safe subject left was the weather. She wanted to be perfect, knew it wasn't possible, and finally concluded her only course of action was to keep her mouth shut, her hands folded in her lap, and to speak only when she was asked a specific question.

She would also avoid standing or sitting near Jamie. Connor and Alec were bound to notice how ordinary she was in comparison to Jamie's flawlessness. Why, Alec's wife was even more beautiful than Rachel, and Brenna hadn't thought such a thing was possible.

She wanted her new relatives to believe she was worthy of Connor. She didn't understand why their acceptance was so important, and if she weren't feeling like such a nervous twit at the moment, she was sure she would be able to reason it all out. Up until the minute she'd walked into the Kincaid home, she'd believed a goat would have been worthy enough for her husband, but she doubted Alec and Jamie would appreciate hearing that opinion. They probably liked their brother, and Brenna wanted them to like her. She was in need of a friend to talk to, and there had been such kindness and warmth in Jamie's eyes, Brenna knew she would be a good ally.

Feeling inadequate made her miserable. Brenna had been taught to count her blessings and not her sorrows, and so she reminded herself of all the wondrous gifts God had bestowed on her. She had good, straight teeth, a strong back, and feet that never, ever pained her. Those were all fine assets indeed, but far more important than any physical attributes were the hidden treasures she possessed. Her mother had often told her she had a good heart. She was also a hard worker. She used to have a strong mind too, until Connor came along and turned her into a babbling half-wit.