Taken Captive By The Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  “I’ll be sure to find you if I need you. I think you’ll find that I can take care of myself.” He gave me this smirk and I think that he thought that I was putting on airs for his benefit. It couldn’t be further from the truth. I was doing it, so that everybody would see me standing strong and not bending like a branch that was about to break.

  I was led over to the horse and it was a white stallion that looked ready to ride us off into the sunset. “Hope, we both know that him coming over and introducing himself had a two fold purpose. One, he wants to make sure that you knew that he was the law in this town. The other was to get a feel for who you are. I will say that you stood up to his questions with attitude. Don’t get me wrong, I was secretly smiling on the inside.”.” He lifted me easily onto the horse and then climbed up behind me with his body pressed up against me.

  I could smell his natural scent and it was not repugnant like most men. The heat of his body reminded me that he was a man and that he had needs. I just got this feeling that he wouldn’t try to push anything. His words and the way that he was in person told me that he was somebody to be admired. His strength and his character were above reproach.

  “I’m really quite interested to see this ranch of yours. You said in your letter that you had 200 acres. That’s very impressive. By the way, since you did pay the debt, it means that you own not only your land, but you own mine with me. If things go well, we might be able to put my land up for sale. I guess only time will tell.” His hands were around me holding onto the reins and I really did feel safe.

  My luggage was right in front of me, as my own personal shield against unwanted advances. I could feel the heat of the sun and looked up to the sky in a silent prayer to my deceased husband. I wanted to somehow tell him that this was not a slight against him. It was just me trying to lift myself up by my own bootstraps.

  Chapter three

  We arrived at the ranch and the rolling hills and the trees that were buffering with the wind were amazing. I could see a brook in the back of the property and I could hear the bubbling of the water, as it rushed by. The house was built to last and I could tell that he had just put on a new roof. It was a farm style and I’m sure that it was passed down from one generation to the next.

  I think I was mesmerized and when I got off the horse, I had to stand there and look at what kind of heaven I had landed in. I don’t think I had the words to describe what I was seeing with my own two eyes. I could feel this presence behind me and then a shadow loomed, before I turned and found him standing there with my two suitcases in tow.

  “My family took pride in what they owned. We knew the value of a dollar and we never forgot where we came from. This is not the only land I own. It is the one that I hold the most precious in my heart. I grew up right here and I’ll be damned if anybody tries to take it from me.” He walked ahead of me and I followed behind him, until we walked into the house. I followed him up the stairs, pure white with a wood grain banister and railing to match.

  He showed that he had class by taking off his boots. I followed him up and I didn’t meaning to stare at his ass, but it was right there. I sensed that I could fall for somebody like this, but I had the baggage of my memories that were holding me down. I’d just lost him a couple of months ago and that wound was still fresh. In fact, I would turn a corner and I would almost expect to see his smiling face.

  “This will be your room. We never discussed it, but I think it goes without saying that we won’t be sleeping in the same bed, until we actually have those rings on our fingers. There will be no physical stuff. I would never presume to put my hands on anybody that I just met. I just want to do know that I’m not the kind of guy that goes out drinking and comes back expecting something. In fact, I don’t drink. I’m a good catholic boy with morals. I go to Sunday mass and I even pray and read the bible every night.” That was one thing we did have in common. My prize possession was a bible that was given to me by my mother on her deathbed.

  I rummaged around in my luggage and I could feel that he was watching me the entire time. I came out with the bible and I turned holding on to it like my own personal life line. “This was given to me by my mother. She believed that there was nothing that we couldn’t overcome with the hand of god on our shoulder. I have lived by his teachings and I’ve tried to treat people in the way that they deserve.” I handed it to him and he took the leather bound volume and looked at it from every angle.

  “Hope, this is something that is very special and dear to your heart. I can see that it means a lot to you. I’m glad to see that we have the same religious beliefs. It was one of the things that I was worried about. We never did venture into that topic of conversation.” While he was talking to me, he was fingering a gold chain around his neck with a cross attached to it. “I can tell that this is very old and I hope that you hold onto it like grim death.” I had no intention of letting anybody get their hands on it.

  “Avery, I know that you really didn’t know what to expect. I just hope that I have at least met up with your expectations. We went into this blind and I can honestly say that I was pleasantly surprised.” I really didn’t know how I got so lucky. I wasn’t sure, but I was starting to think that I could be with a man like him. He had a good heart, came from a good background and I saw no semblance of any bad habits. He had no tobacco stained hands or teeth and for once in my life, I didn’t feel like he was trying to get underneath my dress.

  “If I were to be honest with you, Hope, I thought that you might smell of desperation. I know that you had a lot on your plate and I was worried that you were just using me for my money. A lot of women think that they can make me forget about who I am. They see me as the golden ticket. I wasn’t really expecting that much, but like you, I was pleasantly surprised. I do have to check the fence on the south side of the property. I’d really like to see how you cook. I think that you’ll find everything that you need. If there’s anything that you can’t find, then just ask.”

  “I don’t think that you’re going to be disappointed. If you need help with the fence, then you can ask.” I was using his words against him. He turned cocked his head aside with a smile on his face that made what I was doing here more palatable. If he was thinking that I was supposed to be seen and not heard, then he was in for a rude awakening.

  I found the kitchen and the pantry and I had to admit that for a single guy, he certainly had everything that he needed here for a meal that was fit for a king or queen. When I started to cook, I felt this therapeutic rush come over me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was nice to get back to the basics. I missed cooking for someone and it was lonely cooking for myself. Eating there at the kitchen table with nobody across me had gotten old quickly.

  I cut the vegetables and I poured water from the tap that came from a gravity fed well in the mountains. I knew that, because my father had the same kind of setup. That fresh spring taste brought back some wonderful memories of growing up. Just tasting that sparkling water on the edge of my tongue gave me a new lease on life. It gave me that skip in my step.

  I did notice while he was walking down the stairs that his bedroom showed that he was a true bachelor. His clothes were strewn everywhere and his bed was unmade. It didn’t look like he had the hand of a woman to take care of him in some time. I knew that he had never married and that he had never found the right one. He was looking for the total package.

  I was busy getting things ready, when I stopped short like I knew that there was somebody there. “If there’s anything sexier that a woman cooking, then I don’t know what it is. I could smell that all the way across my land. I can honestly say that I haven’t had a really good home cooked meal, since I was with my parents.” He raised his head to the sky and crossed his fingers across his chest. “I think that they would be very proud of me for what I have accomplished. I know that my mother wouldn’t care about material things. She just would want to know that her little boy had found a woman that was worthy of his love. I th
ink you and her would’ve been fast friends.” That was high praise and this time it was my time to blush.

  “Um, dinner is ready.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to something like that. The best thing that I could do was just take the compliment. “I do hope that you like stew. I’ve always been able to make a mean one and you had everything that I needed.” I knew that he was out there for at least 3 hours and I could see the bead of sweat on his forehead. He was no stranger to putting his nose to the grindstone.

  “If it taste as good as it smells, then I think that my stomach is going to thank you.” When he took that first bite, he dropped the spoon into the mixture and started to fan his mouth. “Hot…hot…hot…hot.” I began to laugh and I thought that he would be angry, but he only smiled. The next time he went for another bite, he purposely blew on it, before taking it into his mouth. The look of his eyes going wide was familiar and I had seen it several times on my husband’s face in the years that I’ve been with him.

  “I take it that you like it, Avery?” I think I knew the answer before he even said anything.

  “I don’t think that I’ve met a stew that I didn’t like, Hope. That being said, I will say that yours is the best that I’ve ever had. I just hope that my mother isn’t listening from heaven. I certainly don’t want her to be rolling over in her grave. I don’t know how you got the meat to be that tender and the vegetables to be that flavorful. You really do have a knack and maybe you should consider using your talents.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “There is a market every Sunday after mass. If you were to make some of these culinary delights, I’m sure that people would pay for them.” It was an interesting idea and I’d always had a good hand at baking and cooking.

  “Avery, I do believe that I might take your suggestion to heart. He finished the bowl, went for seconds and I’m sure that he would have licked the bowl had he been alone. Thankfully, he was using a little bit more class. I could seriously get used to this, but there was still something that I hadn’t told him. It might change everything and I wondered if he would be able to accept me. It was just a matter of finding the right time to spring it on him.

  Chapter four

  Saturday was spent working side by side. I was the one that took care of the animals, making sure that they were fed and ready for slaughter. The eggs were collected in the morning and we had a wonderful breakfast together to feed and nourish us for the day.

  It was late afternoon and I was coming around the other side of the house, when I caught my breath. In this heat, he had decided take off his shirt and was now in the process of cutting wood. His muscles were gleaming and the way that he swung the axe showed that he was all man. I couldn’t help it and I put my finger up to my mouth and started to have some naughty thoughts. It was only briefly, but it was enough to make me see him in a different light.

  It only been a couple of days, but so far I was very impressed with what I had found upon exiting the stagecoach.

  I hadn’t been back to town, but I knew that I would have to tomorrow morning for Sunday mass. I had made some of my mother’s favorite foods. Baking was my passion and I was planning on feeding that passion with making others happy. Of course, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few extra dollars hanging around in case of emergencies.

  The only problem was that I couldn’t keep Avery from sticking his fingers in the pie. He was a curious sort and as a child, I could almost see him, as being precocious. I imagine that he was a hellion and that his mother had a hard time keeping him under control. I had to constantly playfully slap his hands away from the goodies. He pretended to be rejected, but I knew that he was just teasing.

  “If you’re just going to stand there and watch me, then you may as well pick up the axe and do some of the work.” I had not realized that he knew that I was there. I think that he was making fun at my expense. I wasn’t going to stand for something like that without doing something about it.

  “I thought that you would never ask.” Before he could react, I grabbed the axe from his hand. I put it between my knees, spit into my palms and rubbed them together. He stood there defiantly with his arms crossed and I think that he was wondering what the hell I was doing. “Avery, let me show you how it’s really done.” I’d never done this before, but I felt empowered to give it a shot. I had watched him for some time and my husband was quite proficient at doing the same thing. I just mimicked what the both of them did. I wasn’t as strong, but I could hold my own with the best of them.

  That first crack against the log made it split in half. I was elated and I struggled with another piece to put it back on the stump where the other had been lying. I got the hang of it pretty quickly and I think I even surprised him and myself at the same time.

  “You’re definitely not the kind of woman that I was expecting. You really do have a mind of your own. Somebody tells you that you can’t do something, then you’re going to prove them wrong. I like that. It shows the strength that comes from within.” I felt a little dizzy after the 10th log and I fell backwards and right into his arms.

  “Whoa, I don’t know what happened.”

  “Hope, what happened is that you overexerted yourself. You’re stubborn and that’s a good trait, but it can also be detrimental to your health. I love that you handle yourself, but maybe you should let me finish up what is left. You go inside and lie down. Get yourself a glass of water.” I knew that he was worried about me. It wasn’t the first time that I had swooned at a man’s feet. Unfortunately, I knew what was causing the dizzy spells. I’d yet to tell him that I was pregnant with my husband’s child.

  I knew that eventually I would be showing, but for the most part I was wearing baggy enough clothes that I was able to hide what God blessed me with. It was one thing to come into his life with my own baggage, but it was another thing entirely to bring my husband’s along for the ride.

  I stood there and watched him and I wasn’t sure if I could really forgive myself if somehow he had found out some other way. This was the kind of news that had to come from my lips, but it wasn’t sure how to bring it up in conversation. It wasn’t like I could just be eating with him at the supper table and say it out of the blue. He’d probably choke on the chicken.

  “Hope, don’t make me come over there. I know you’re stubborn, but maybe you should heed my warning. This heat can be taxing on most people. Stay inside and let me take care of those things that has to be done out here. I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of creation you make tonight. That stew that first night was amazing and then you made a chicken dish with rice last night that took my breath away. If you’re trying to find a way to my heart, then through my stomach is not a bad way to start.”

  His strong back and his muscles were showing just what kind of man I had come to know and love.

  It happened, so quickly that I didn’t even realize it, until this very moment. I think I loved him from the moment that I met him, but I couldn’t in good conscience say it out loud. I felt like I was betraying the memory of my husband. I also knew that he would want me to be happy and to find a good man that would show me the respect that I deserved.

  Avery didn’t disappoint and this was the kind of guy that any woman would feel lucky to have in her life. The money was nothing compared to his heart of gold. He had not tried to kiss me or touch me in any way, even though I felt that he wanted to on a couple of occasions. I think I secretly wanted the same, but I just didn’t know how to say it. I’d hoped that he would see it somehow in my eyes, but maybe he was just a typical man and was oblivious to the way that a woman looked at him.

  I did relax and knew that the baby would need a little bit of a breather. I’d come down in the middle of night and polished off the rest of the stew. I was eating for two. Avery asked me about it and I told them that there wasn’t anything left after we were done with it that night. He looked at me with suspicion, because I think he knew that I was lying, but had no idea why. It probably made him a little perplexed to think that I wo
uld try to hide the fact that I had consumed the last of the stew.

  After a while, I got up and made the fixings for a meat dish that my mother taught me how to make. I knew that once he smelled it through the kitchen window, he would be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I smiled when I heard the door slam and the telltale snap of his hat, as he slapped it against his thigh. There was no need for words. He sat down and waited patiently for me to serve him.

  I could tell from looking at him that he would need a bath and after I had finished my meal, I went about to boil some water and take it up to the claw tub. He watched me, but I don’t know that he actually knew what I was doing.

  I put my hands on the table and I looked at him sternly “I think it’s time that you have a bath.”

  “I didn’t think I stunk that badly.” I pointed to the door and the way to the stairs. He put his hands up in mock surrender. He climbed the stairs and disappeared into the bathroom. I followed the sound of the splashing water and I peeked in to see that he was inside the steaming water. I stepped in closer, but not too close that I would see anything that I shouldn’t. I took the washcloth from his hand and he peered over his shoulder to watch me, as I began to give him my undivided attention. I washed his shoulders and I felt his head move back against me. He had his eyes closed and he was enjoying my hands working him over.

  I put my hands around to the other side and did the same thing to his chest, until I saw something about to appear above the water at his waist. I cast my eyes away. He grabbed the cloth from my hand and placed it over the problem.

  “Excuse me. I think that you can take care of the rest.” I was giggling like a schoolgirl. I closed the door and leaned my body against it with a smile on my face that I don’t think that I could wipe off even if I wanted to.

  Chapter five

  Sunday morning and he was dressed to impress in his Sunday best suit. I had on a dress that I had found in my closet. It wasn’t there before and how he knew my size was beyond me. It fit perfectly. It was one of those dresses that you would never wear when you were working on a farm. It was however something that would make tongues wag and people stare like they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing. It must have cost him a small fortune, but it was well worth every penny that he had spent.