Resisting the Highlander: A Scottish Romance

by Marian McBride

  He smiled at her, nodding his head, and with a last longing look at Aidan, she hurried off to do Robert’s bidding.

  The winds at her back propelled her toward the castle. Her head was in turmoil with all the different noises around her, winds howling, men shouting one to the other, and angry waves crashing on the shore, but Bridget was deliriously happy. Aidan was safe, and soon he would be home where she could tend to him.

  She burst in through the kitchen door, yelling for Besse. When the housekeeper came in, she relayed Robert’s commands about the warming bottles before dashing into the parlor to start a fire. A startled Besse hadn’t a chance to speak before Bridget was gone into the other room.

  With the support of a man on either side of him, Aidan was half carried, half dragged back to the castle. They put him in his room where the warming bottles were already in place. When his wet clothes had been removed by Robert, Bridget helped Besse hang them up near the parlor and the kitchen fires after they had been run through the mangle to get some of the water out.

  She could hear James Tosh and Robert talking encouragingly to Aidan and longed to be in the bedroom with them herself, so she too could do something to help the lad. But she knew her grandfather would not allow it at this point. She could almost hear him tell her that it wouldn’t be proper for a young lady to do such a thing.

  Rather viciously she poked the fire, heaping more coals upon it, anything to keep busy until someone brought her news. Then, she heard the sound of retching coming from the water closet. Apparently the seawater Aidan had swallowed and the brandy that had been forced upon him had not been a good combination.

  Besse came through from the kitchen and said, “Poor laddie, he sounds awfu’ sick.”

  “Besse, I wish I knew what was going on in there. Do you think we can go in now and see?”

  “Here comes, James Tosh,” Besse answered, “let’s see what he says. Is the laddie awright, James?”

  “He’s been through a bad experience, lassies, but I think he’ll be fine when he gets good and warmed up.”

  Bridget asked, “Is it all right for us to go in and see him now?”

  “I think so, but let him sleep if he has a mind ta. Rest is the thing he needs the now.” He smiled at them and added, “I’m going home to get into some dry clothes maself.”

  “Aye, James, ye better, afore ye catch yer death,” said Besse.

  Bridget walked to the door with him thinking that the huge man looked utterly indestructible and that no illness would ever harm him.

  “Thank you, James, for all you’ve done this night,” she said in a quavering voice, “and haste ye back to see him.”

  “Aye, lassie, I will that. I’m greatly concerned about the lad. Goodnight now and dinna worry.” He smiled as he bent down to kiss her on the cheek.

  Locking the heavy door after he had gone, she came back into the parlor and found Besse was not there. Hearing excited voices from the direction of Aidan’s bedroom, she hurried in to see what was going on.

  Consternation was on the faces of both Robert and Besse. Bridget saw that Aidan was trembling violently as if he were chilled to the bone. Besse had piled a mount of covers over him, but he still shivered from the cold.

  “What can we do now, sir?” Besse asked. “We can’t put any more covers on him, he could suffocate if we do.”

  Bridget looked at the two scared faces. A plan was forming in her mind and she felt she knew exactly what Aidan needed. Her idea would probably shock the two of them out of their minds, but she thought that she needed to try.

  She straightened her spine and said brusquely, “I have an idea that might work, but don’t get shocked when you see what I have in mind. I do believe it’s the only thing that will help him right now.”

  Quickly kicking off her shoes, she lifted the covers on the bed and slid underneath them, close to Aidan. Enveloping him in her arms as much as she possibly could, she drew his face against her bosom. She rested her face on his black hair. Holding him tightly, she whispered softly to him and caressed his hair. Robert and Besse were forgotten for the moment, her only thought being to help Aidan at all costs.

  Utterly exhausted, Aidan raised his head slightly and looked at Bridget through half closed and disbelieving eyes. He whispered, “Bridget?”

  “Yes, love, it’s Bridget, but relax now and sleep. Tomorrow we shall talk.”

  He tried to speak to her again, but she put her finger on his lips, saying, “Hush, my love, and sleep.”

  With a deep sigh, he relaxed and snuggled closer. The trembling of his body continued for a while longer but seemed less violent. She continued murmuring softly to him and gradually a change came and the trembling subsided. Still, she held him close until he fell asleep.

  As gently as possible, she slipped out from beneath the covers. Removing some of them, she said to Besse, “He won’t need all of these now. He’ll be warm enough without so many.” She tucked the remaining blankets closely around him and bent over to kiss him gently before turning to leave.

  Besse turned the lamp down low and the three of them slipped quietly from the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so that they could hear if he should wake up again.

  When they were seated by the fire, Robert was the first one to speak, “Lassie, it worked, but where in the world did you get such an idea?”

  Smiling, she answered simply, “From my mum.”

  “But—but,” stammered Robert.

  Still smiling, she said, “Whenever any of us girls were hurt or feeling unwell at night in our bed, Mum would always hear us cry out. She would ask Father to go lie on the settee in the company room, and then she would take whichever one of us who needed her into my parents’ bed. The moment we were cradled in her arms and felt the close comfort of her body, our ills miraculously disappeared. After a good night’s sleep, we were much better in the morning. I thought that was what Aidan needed, love and comforting.”

  “Well, I never,” said Robert, rubbing the back of his head, “but it gave me quite a start to see you get into bed with him. I almost tried to stop you.”

  She smiled and shook her head, “You couldn’t have, Grandfather. My desire to help Aidan was too strong, but I’m sorry if I shocked you.”

  She laughed impishly. “Besides, I intend to marry the lad if he still wants me.”

  In spite of his recent ordeal, Robert smiled happily upon hearing her words.

  Bridget continued, “He seems to be completely worn out and will probably sleep the night through. Now, I want to hear just what happened to him tonight.”

  Before Robert could answer, Besse said, “I’ll keep both our doors open tonight, so I can hear him if he should wake up and need anything, but now I’m going to make some tea for us.”

  “That will be fine, Besse,” said Robert, “and thank you for your help and concern.”

  Seating himself in his favorite armchair, he heaved a big sigh. Bridget seated herself on the floor beside him.

  She looked up into his face, her thoughts serious. “Tell me what happened tonight. I knew somehow that Aidan was in grave danger, and I think the awful fear I experienced on his account has made that feeling in my head disappear. I remember many things now.”

  He reached out his hand to stroke her hair as a tear dropped from his eyes. With his voice full of emotion, he said, “Let’s thank God for that, lassie, although it almost took a double tragedy to do it.” His eyes were bright with tears as he gazed into the fire.

  He didn’t speak for a few moments, but then taking Bridget’s hand tightly in his own, he said, “When the rockets went off tonight, lass, the lifeboat was launched and quickly filled with a volunteer crew. As you know, the fleet is away and most of our able bodied seamen with it. One of the crew tonight was a young, inexperienced lad. We don’t exactly know what happened, but when they came around the head near where the stranded ship was, with the heavy seas rolling the lifeboat, we think this lad must have panicked, stood up, and got wash
ed overboard. We were watching from the shore and saw him floundering in the water. Without hesitation, Aidan pulled off jacket and shoes, and plunged into the sea to help the unfortunate boy. He reached him and brought him ashore, but it was too late for the young man. Aidan almost lost his own life from the beating he took from the waves. Fortunately, James Tosh was there, and with his great strength and willpower, was able to revive our laddie.”

  The story evoked another wave of fear in Bridget. She rose to her feet, saying, “I’ll be back in a moment, Robert.” She went into Aidan’s room and peeked in to see if he was still asleep. Going to the bed, she leaned over him and lovingly touched a stray wisp of black hair that was almost covering one eye. She whispered, “Oh, Aidan, what an unmitigated fool I have been. I pray to God I will have the chance to make it up to you.”

  Returning to the fire side, she smiled at Robert. “He’s sleeping peacefully.”

  Reaching out to her, Robert said, “Lassie, it’s grand that you have come back to us again. I have been blaming myself ever since your accident, thinking that I might have been the cause of some permanent damage to you. Do you remember what happened that day?”

  “Aye, I remember it very well but don’t want to think about it. Grandfather, you must never blame yourself for what happened. It was just something that had to be, and I am very grateful to you for letting me come and share your beautiful home with you. Otherwise, I would never have gotten to know and love Aidan as I do. And as I said before, if he still wants me, I would like to be his wife.”

  “He is a fine man, Bridget, and I know he adores you. The two of you should be very happy together.”

  They sat quietly for a few moments, Bridget dreamily watching the flames in the fireplace. Her thoughts turned to her cousin Margaret. She spoke softly, “Grandfather, what of Margaret? I didn’t realize she was so jealous of me. It was she who tried to smother me in bed that night, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes, my child, I believe it was, and to think we all laughed at you.” He swallowed hard.

  Bridget didn’t speak for a while, but then asked again, “What of her then?”

  He sighed deeply, looking at her sadly. “She has been put in a sanatorium for observation. Dr. Thompson thinks her mind has gone completely. She will never bother you again.”

  “Poor Margaret,” said Bridget, more to herself than her grandfather. “I always felt so sorry for her somehow, and more so now than ever.”

  “You must put her out of your mind, child. That episode of your life is over, but oh, lassie, the terrible things that are contrived through jealousy.”

  Besse came through from the kitchen at that moment carrying a tea tray. The three companions enjoyed a cup before going to their respective rooms for a much needed night’s rest.

  Bridget was restless and excited. She slept fitfully and could hardly wait for morning to come. She wondered if Aidan would remember what happened just before he dropped off to sleep. Would he realize how much she loved him? Twice, she got out of bed in the night and went to the open door of her room to listen for any sound coming from downstairs, but there was none. It was evident everyone else was asleep.

  Her thoughts raced. Aidan had said if she ever changed her mind about him, she would have to come and tell him so, but how would he react when she did tell him how she felt? Her longing for him was unbearable. How would she stand it if he should reject her as she had done him when he had asked if she would consider marrying him. Finally, tired mentally and physically, she dropped into a fitful slumber.

  As the first light of day streaked across the sky, Bridget tiredly got out of bed, feeling not the least bit rested after a night of tossing and turning. Her concern for Aidan as well as Robert, who had also been out in the storm, knew no bounds.

  Dressing quietly, she stole downstairs without a sound and made her way to the kitchen thinking to have a cup of tea with Besse who was sure to be awake. And indeed she was. Bridget found the housekeeper bustling around the kitchen.

  Besse gave her a large smile when she noticed Bridget had come in. “Well, lass, you’re up early today.” She gave her a knowing smile.

  Bridget threw herself onto a stool. “Oh, Besse, I couldn’t sleep after everything that happened last night. How are they this morning?”

  Besse smiled. “Still sound asleep, lassie. I’ll just let them alone ’till they have a mind to get up themselves. Rest is what they are both needing now.”

  Tears filled Bridget’s eyes. “We almost lost Aidan last night.” She looked down at her hands. “I was so afraid,” she said softly.

  Suddenly, they both were in tears. Bridget put her arms around the older woman for a moment, but Besse, always the practical one, wiped her eyes saying, “Oh fash, this will never do. Wash yer bonny face, lassie, and we’ll have our tea.”

  Besse took a step back. She grabbed a slice of bread and toasted it in front of the open fire. Bridget got up and went to wash her face. When she sat back down, she saw Besse butter the toast and put jelly on it before putting it on a plate for Bridget.

  She smiled her thanks, and said, “All right, Besse, you are a dear. I don’t know what I would do without you now.” Smiling warmly, she continued, “My memory has practically all come back and after what happened last night, I feel the need to have some time alone. I’m going down to the cove. Tell Robert where I have gone if he asks about me.”

  Besse nodded. “Aye lass, I will, but dress warmly. The morning air is cold, and we don’t want you coming down with anything. The men will be needin’ lots of pampering after this.” She gave Bridget a sly smile. Bridget blushed profusely. Then, they both laughed.

  Bridget was still laughing as she left the house. She wore a warm, plaid shawl around her shoulders, feeling warm despite the brisk air.

  Once at the cove, she walked to the water’s edge and stood staring out at the sea. The fury of the night before had greatly dissipated, although large swells were still evident farther out away from shore. She could hear voices coming from the direction of the grounded ship. The tug boats were already at work in an effort to pull her off the rocks. If successful, the tug boats would tow the ship into port where she would be dry docked for repairs.

  Bridget stood alone in the comparative quiet of the cove and breathed a silent prayer of thanks for the rescue of Aidan the night before. She whispered softly to herself, “God forgive me for any unhappiness I may have caused him. Please let him still want me, so I can make it up to him now.” His face appeared in her mind. “Oh, Aidan, I love you so much.”

  As the sun rose higher in the sky, a deep peace settled over her. She felt her feet sink into the sand as her body relaxed. She thought of Aidan and Robert, and longed to see them both. As she turned to go back to the castle, she spied a male figure coming towards her. Heart pounding, face flushed with excitement, she started running towards him, crying, “Aidan, Aidan.”

  But as she came closer, she hesitated, unsure of how he would react. He smiled, giving her his most devastating smile. He reached out his arms to her and she ran the last few steps toward him. She buried her face against his chest, letting out a soft sob as he held her close.

  Neither of them spoke for a long moment, but then, he whispered, “My ain wee, lass.”

  All recriminations and misunderstandings gone at last, the wonder of their love engulfed them. Loathe to let her go, he said quietly, “We better go back, my love, Robert might be wondering about you, but tell me first, did I dream it or did you actually come to my bed last night?”

  She blushed a deep red as she raised her gaze to him. “Yes, Aidan, I actually came to your bed last night. I couldn’t stand to see you in that condition, and when I realized what you needed most at that moment was love and comforting, I got into bed with you. Robert was shocked, but I had to do it. Your well-being was all that mattered.”

  He chuckled. “And was it your concern for me that partly brought your memory back?”

  Ignoring his amusement, she cried,
“Aidan, it was the torturing thought that you might be drowned and I would lose you forever that must have done it.

  She pulled him closer as she said, “I love you, Aidan. You are the only thing I want in this whole world.”

  Eyes shining with emotion, he gazed on her fondly for a long moment and wondered how he had gotten so luckily as to finally win her heart. He kissed her gently and said, “Let’s go home, love.”

  The End

  NOTE TO THE READERS

  Thank you for reading my novel. I hope it brought you some joy as it did for me. Resisting the Highlander was a long-time work in progress that went through several revisions. I'm happy with the results and like to think it improved a lot since it's conception.

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