My Highland Lord (Highland Lords)

by Scott, Tarah

  "Aye," Marcus murmured. He'd wondered. Politics had ruled the MacGregor clan for centuries and that wasn't easily changed. He paused. "Have I been gone too long, or is something different about the great hall?"

  "You have the right of it, lad." Eyes that mirrored his own looked back at him. "More than you can imagine."

  Marcus looked about the room. "I can't quite place it. What's happened?"

  Cameron took a long, exaggerated draught of ale.

  "Cameron."

  "Enough of your looks, lad. They do not work with me." He chuckled. "I taught them to you. Remember? It is no mystery, really. Look around. When did you last see the tapestries so bright, the floors so clean?" He motioned toward the wall that ran the length of the room, framed by stairs on either end. "When have you seen the weapons so polished?"

  Marcus scanned the nearly two hundred gleaming weapons mounted across the wall. He rose and walked the wall's length, perusing the weapons. Each one glistened, some nearly as bright as newly forged steel. He glanced at the floor. The stone looked as if it had just been laid.

  He looked at his father. "What happened?"

  "The women came one day—or rather, one month—and swept out the cobwebs, cleaned the floors, the tapestries, weapons."

  Marcus rose and crossed the room to the kitchen door where the women worked. The housekeeper sat at the kitchen table. Ancient blue eyes, still shining with the bloom of youth, smiled back at him. Winnie had been present at his birth. Marcus knew she loved him like the son she'd never had. He, in turn, regarded her with as much affection as he had his own mother.

  She turned her attention to the raw chicken she carved. "So, you've returned at last."

  "Aye, milady."

  A corner of her mouth twitched with amusement.

  "I am looking forward to the company of some fine lasses tonight," he said. "'Tis a long and lonely trip I've had. Perhaps next time I shall take you with me." He gave her a roguish wink before striding back to his seat in the hall.

  Marcus lowered himself into the chair he had occupied earlier. "Must have taken an army just to shine the weapons alone. Not to mention the walls and floors."

  "It did. You will see the same throughout the castle. Not a room went untouched."

  "Whatever possessed them to do it?"

  "It was the hand of a sweet lass," Cameron replied.

  "Which one? Not Winnie—"

  "Nay. The lass Shannon and Josh found washed ashore on the coast. They brought her when they returned from the south."

  "Washed ashore?"

  "An American woman. Her ship perished in a fire."

  "American?"

  Cameron scowled. "Are you deaf? Shannon is the one who discovered her at Solway Firth."

  "What in God's name was she doing there?"

  Cameron gave his chin a speculative scratch. "Damned if I know. They were headed for London."

  "London? Sailing through Solway Firth requires sailing around the north of Ireland. That would add a week or more to the journey."

  His father's mouth twisted into a wry grin. "You know the English, probably got lost."

  "I thought you said she was American."

  "English, American, 'tis all the same." Cameron's expression sobered. "But dinna' mistake me, she is a fine lass. She came to us just after you left for Ashlund four months ago. You should have seen her when they brought her here. Proud little thing."

  "Proud, indeed," Marcus repeated.

  "'Tis what I said." Cameron eyed him. "Are you sure something isn't ailing you?"

  Marcus shook his head.

  "At first, she didn't say much," Cameron went on. "But I could see a storm brewed in her head. Then one day, she informed me Brahan Seer was in dire need of something." He sighed deeply. "She was more right than she knew."

  Marcus understood his father's meaning. His mother's death five years ago had affected Cameron dramatically. Only last year had his father finally sought female comfort. The gaping hole created by her absence left them both thirsting for a firm, feminine hand.

  "It's a miracle she survived the fire," Cameron said. "'Course, if you knew her, you would not be surprised."

  "I believe I do," Marcus remarked.

  "What? You only just arrived."

  "I picked up passengers on the way home—Tavis, little Bonnie, and an American woman." Marcus related the tale. "I recognized her accent," he ended. "Got accustomed to it while on campaign in America."

  Cameron smiled. "Elise is forever chasing after those children."

  "Why?"

  His father's expression darkened. "Shamus was murdered."

  Marcus straightened. "Murdered?"

  "Aye."

  "By God, how—Lauren, what of her?"

  Sadness softened the hard lines around his father's mouth. "She is fine, in body, but… her mind has no' been the same since Shamus died. We tried consoling her, but she will have none of it."

  A tingling sensation crept up Marcus's back. "What happened?"

  "We found him just over the border in Montal Cove with his skull bashed in."

  "Any idea who did it?"

  "Aye," Cameron said. "Campbells."

  Marcus surged to his feet. He strode to the wall, where hung the claymore belonging to his ancestor Ryan MacGregor, the man who saved their clan from annihilation. Marcus ran a finger along the blade, the cold, hard steel heating his blood as nothing else could. Except… Campbells.

  Had two centuries of bloodshed not been enough?

  Fifty years ago, King George finally proclaimed the MacGregors no longer outlaws and restored their Highland name. General John Murray, Marcus's great uncle, was named clan chief. Only recently, the MacGregors were given a place of honor in the escort, which carried the "Honors of Scotland" before the sovereign. Marcus had been there, marching alongside his clansmen.

  Too many dark years had passed under this cloud. Would the hunted feeling Ryan MacGregor experienced ever fade from the clan? Perhaps it would have been better if Helena hadn't saved Ryan that fateful day so long ago. But Ryan had lived, and his clan thrived, not by the sword, but by the timeless power of gold. Aye, the Ashlund name Helena gave Ryan saved them. Yet, Ryan MacGregor's soul demanded recompense.

  How could Ryan rest while his people still perished?

  Marcus removed his hand from the sword and faced his father. "It's time the MacGregors brought down the Campbell dogs."

  Feminine laughter spilled from the kitchen into the great hall during the evening meal. Marcus sighed with contentment. Light from sconces flickered like a great, filmy curtain across the room. Two serving girls carrying trays of food stepped from the kitchen, and the men, who blocked the doorway, parted. The sense of contentment came as an almost unconscious realization. He had missed sharing the evening meal with his clansmen. Marcus leaned forward, arms crossed in front of him on the table, and returned his attention to the conversation with Cameron and Daniel.

  "We will be ready at first light, laird," Daniel said.

  "The Campbells will not be expecting trouble," Cameron put in.

  "If word has reached them that I've returned, they may be," Marcus said.

  Cameron grunted. "Lot of good it will do."

  The feminine voice Marcus had been waiting for filtered out from within the kitchen. "Easy now, Andrea," Elise said.

  The conversation between his father and Daniel faded as Marcus watched for her amongst the men who crowded between the door and table. The thought of seeing her beautiful body heated his blood. Elise stepped from the kitchen, balancing a plate of salmon. She passed the table's end where he sat and carefully picked her way through the men until reaching the middle of the table. She set the oval platter between the chicken and mutton.

  "Beth, place the carrots to the left. Andrea—" She took the plate of potatoes from the girl, then set it to the right and turned toward the kitchen.

  "Elise," one of the young warriors called, "come, talk with us, lass."

  Her
mouth quirked. "If I play with you, who will finish dinner?"

  The man's hearty chuckle gave evidence she hadn't fooled him, and he approached with friends in tow.

  Cameron stood. "Elise," he called over the men's heads, "come here."

  She turned. When her gaze met Cameron's, warmth filled her eyes. She dried her hands on her apron and headed in his direction.

  "Go on, lads," Cameron said to the men who teased her. "You have better things to do than dally with the lassies."

  When she came within arm's reach, he gripped her shoulders. "Meet my son. He's returned today." He turned her.

  Her gaze met Marcus's. Her smile faltered but quickly transformed into polite civility. "We've met."

  "Oh?" Cameron replied, all innocence.

  "Yes. He came by when Tavis, Bonnie, and I were on our way home this afternoon."

  "Ahh," Cameron said, then turned and gave the man beside him an energetic greeting.

  Elise looked again at Marcus and motioned toward the kitchen. "I have work to do."

  "Aye," he said. The memory of her breasts pressed against his chest caused him to harden.

  She backed up a few steps, then turned and ran headlong into the man behind her. He reached to steady her. A flush colored her cheeks and Marcus bit back a laugh when she dodged the warrior. Marcus leaned forward, catching one last look at her backside before she disappeared through the kitchen door.

  About the Author

  Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She writes modern classical romance, and paranormal and romantic suspense. Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New York with her daughter.

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  Also by Tarah Scott:

  My Highland Love

  Highland Lords Series

  Lord Keeper

  A Knight of Passion

  The Pendulum: Legacy of the Celtic Brooch

  When a Rose Blooms

  Labyrinth

  An Improper Wife

  Hawk and the Cougar

  Double Bang!

  Born Into Fire

  COMING SOON

  How to Tame a Highland Earl

  Death Comes for a Knight

  Award Winning Titles:

  Lord Keeper

  Golden Rose Best Historical of 2011

  First place in the 2004 RWA CoLoNY Happy Endings contest

  Third place in the Greater Seattle Chapter RWA's 2003 Emerald City

  As T.C. Archer

  Chain Reaction: Phenom League

  Full Throttle

  Sasha's Calling

  Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush

  For His Eyes Only

  Winter in Paradise

  COMING SOON

  In the Company of Kate

  Behind Enemy Lines: Phenom League

  Yeoman's Curse