My Steadfast Love (Highland Loves Book 2)

by Melissa Limoges

  My Steadfast Love

  Highland Loves

  Book Two

  By

  Melissa Limoges

  Copyright © 2018 by Melissa Limoges

  Kindle Edition

  Published by Dragonblade Publishing, an imprint of Kathryn Le Veque Novels, Inc

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Books from Dragonblade Publishing

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Excerpt from My Reckless Love

  About the Author

  Dedication

  To the hopeless romantics—

  May your will remain unfettered.

  Chapter One

  Liam MacGregor hefted his tankard for a long drink. However, naught but cool metal met his lips. He slammed the empty goblet on the trestle table and growled in annoyance. “Damnation.”

  The curse earned him an elbow in the ribs from his cousin, Mairi, seated on the wooden bench beside him.

  “What the devil was that for?” he demanded in a near shout.

  “Shut it,” she gritted out between clenched teeth.

  He scowled at her before glancing at the high table’s occupants to gauge whether he’d disturbed the merry banquet. All around him, men, women and children wore revoltingly sappy grins as a drone of words resounded throughout the overcrowded great hall. He shifted his gaze to the speaker at the head of the table and met the direct, mossy-green stare of Laird Hammish Fraser.

  The slightest narrowing of the older man’s gaze issued a warning, one Liam disregarded with a shrug. Scarcely suppressing the urge to roll his eyes at the old boar, he tipped his head in a semblance of a halfhearted apology. Merely for his mother’s sake. He glanced away to survey the hall.

  The laird had spared no expense when it came to his wedding. A sizeable mix of guests from Clan Fraser and Clan MacGregor filled every spare seat and bench in the hall. The rest stood, lining the stone walls. Rich tapestries hung from the rafters, while fresh spring flowers and streams of ribbons added vibrant splashes of color to the usually austere surroundings. A bountiful feast spilled over on each trestle table. Servants dashed to and from the kitchens, serving spiced wine, whisky, and ale. And yet, the rumble of Fraser’s deep voice, constant gargles of amusement, and well-wishes rankled Liam.

  Of all the men his mother might’ve wed, why in heaven’s name had she chosen Hammish Fraser?

  He cast a measured glimpse at his mother, Elena MacGregor—now Fraser—and blew out an exasperated sigh. Her comely features shone bright with love as she looked on at her new husband addressing their guests.

  In truth, Liam was pleased for her. Hell, he’d even go so far as to admit that in his youth he’d admired the fierce warrior Fraser had once been. Swift to anger and hasty to action, the man had ignored consequences, yielded to no one, did as he damned well pleased, and to hell with the rest.

  Of course, that did not mean Liam agreed with the crude arse wedding his mother. Prior to the last harvest, as long as memory served, the pair never spared a kind word to one another. For the life of him, he could not wrap his head around his mother’s change of heart, nor could he dismiss his reservations of Fraser. To make matters worse, the two of them carried on like a pair of lovelorn youths. Were they not far past their primes for such absurd behavior?

  ’Twas ridiculous.

  Christ, had all of his kin fallen prey to love’s piercing blow?

  Liam shifted his gaze to his cousin, Calum, and his wife, Arabella, seated across the table from him. They sat with their heads pressed together, no doubt whispering some silly drivel to each other. Calum rested a protective hand over his wife’s still flat belly. His cousin had never looked as overjoyed as he had a fortnig
ht ago when Arabella announced she carried his bairn.

  Not that Liam blamed Calum. His cousin deserved a bit of happiness for a change. But did the man have to forfeit his cods in order to gain it?

  Even Mairi had felt the strangling grip of love. Whether she confessed so or not, he knew the truth. The foolish woman had languished in silence since the day they’d left Aaron MacRae and his brother standing along a northern shore some months ago. Now, the blasted young woman slumped against the table, her cheek resting in her palm and ebony hair surrounding her solemn features, while she poked at a morsel of food on their shared trencher.

  Saints, if this was love, then why did everyone fall into its clutches?

  Not to say he did not share affection for his kin. Hell, he’d do anything for his family. But why should he subject himself to such foolishness or grief? He remembered the day his father died. His mother had fallen to pieces and left Liam little choice but to hold her together. Nay, there was no room in his life for that kind of love.

  Shoving aside the fleeting memory, he nudged Mairi. Unable to resist pestering her, he grabbed his eating knife and stabbed the lump of meat she tortured, jamming the plump morsel in his mouth. She straightened from her slouch to glare at him. He grinned in return and signaled to a comely blonde maid serving ale at the end of the table. The buxom beauty met his gaze and a saucy smile curved her lips.

  Now, that was his kind of loving.

  Her rounded hips swayed with each step down the aisle until she stood between him and Mairi. The maid leaned over his shoulder, presenting a clear view of the creamy swells of her breasts, as she filled his tankard with ale. She peeked at him from the corner of her light eyes and winked.

  Not one to turn down an offer, he fastened on his most charming smile and lifted a brow in question. In answer, the woman placed a hand on his shoulder, letting her fingers trail across his back as she moved on to the next guest. And as simple as that, he’d have a willing woman to warm his bed later, if he felt the inclination.

  He took a moment to admire the curve of her backside as she sauntered away. The swing of her rounded hips promised an entertaining eve ahead. Grinning to himself, he shifted his attention to Mairi, who did not bother hiding her disgust.

  “What’s the matter with you?” she whispered in a furious rush. “You’re being a rude arse.”

  Her frank words struck a chord of humor in him, and a peal of laughter slipped out before he could recall the sound. At once, he became painfully aware the hall had grown silent. He stifled his amusement and darted a glance to the head of the table, only to meet Fraser’s daunting stare. Liam opened his mouth to offer an apology, but Fraser lifted a hand and motioned his way.

  “Ah, Liam, you’ve reminded me of my next manner of business.”

  The faint gleam in the old man’s eyes boded ill for Liam. The hair along his arms rose, and his heart drummed a swift beat.

  “I’ve given the matter a great deal of thought and consideration as of late.” Fraser lifted the back of Elena’s hand and placed a lingering kiss on her wrist. “As you are all aware, I’m gaining in age and the truth is, I know not how many years I have left in me. That being said, I wish to reserve what time I do have for my beautiful bride.”

  A clamoring of cheers did naught to dampen the unsettling twinge mounting in Liam’s gut. In fact, he wavered on the edge of full-blown panic.

  Fraser lifted his hand to hush the crowd. “I’ve decided to step down as laird of this clan.”

  All noise throughout the chamber ground to a halt, the piercing silence boring in Liam’s ringing ears. Despite capturing the hall’s full attention, Fraser had yet to remove his firm stare from Liam.

  He held his breath as dread sank like a massive stone in his belly.

  “Now that Elena and I are wed, ’tis only fitting to choose one particular man for the task.” Fraser flourished his arm. “Before you all, I name Liam MacGregor as my successor and heir.”

  Shock held Liam immobile as a weakening numbness sped through his limbs. He fumbled with the full tankard of ale in his hand, lost his grip, and dumped the contents over his tunic and braies.

  *

  A short while later, Liam stood in Fraser’s solar before the hearth, willing the flames to hurry and dry his sodden clothes. Since he’d entered the small confines a half-hour ago, his mother and her new groom sat mute behind him as if they sensed he needed time to recover from his upset. And rightly so, but it would take more than a few quiet moments before he comprehended Fraser’s ridiculous decision.

  Of all the blasted things the uncouth, old man might’ve said, Liam had not anticipated that. What was the daft fool thinking, naming him heir? And why the hell had Fraser not approached him with the matter first? He would’ve spared the man the trouble by flatly refusing the position.

  By the Saints, he was Liam MacGregor—pleasing on the eye, confident with his sword, full of jests, and he could damned near charm the skirts off any woman. What the devil did he know about leading a clan? And more importantly, why should he want to?

  Sure, he understood the workings of running a keep as well as the next. That did not mean he had any desire to run one of his own. Nor did he wish to accept the burden of ensuring the safety and welfare of a clan. ’Twas not in his disposition to lead any man, much less an entire group of people.

  He preferred the carefree, audacious side of himself he presented to everyone. He’d learned at an early age no one demanded a thing of him in that capacity. His life was simple, unfettered—the way he liked it. Why should he wish to change?

  Damn Fraser. First his mother, now this.

  He lifted a hand to rub at the persistent dull ache in his temple. Christ, why had he not missed his mother’s wedding altogether as planned? He would’ve favored her anger or tears to dealing with this steaming pile of dung heap.

  Liam gave up trying to soothe the pain in his head and dropped his arm to swipe at his damp braies. The thick buckskin clung to his thighs. To hell with it. Thoroughly vexed, he spun around, crossing his arms over his chest, and studied the pair through narrowed eyes.

  Rather than meet his gaze, Elena Fraser watched the flickering flames in the hearth behind him while she plucked at the sleeve of her gown. Candlelight gleamed off her soft graying-blonde hair. Unlike his new bride, Fraser met his hard stare with one of his own. Calm and composed, the blasted old man slumped in his high-backed chair, stroking his bushy red beard streaked with white, as he patiently waited. That only served to anger Liam even more.

  “Are you barking mad?” Liam’s bellow resounded throughout the solar.

  His mother flinched and twisted her fingers in her lap. Not removing his stare from Liam, Fraser reached across to settle a hand over his bride’s in a bid to soothe her.

  The laird shrugged. “I am no more addled in the head than you are.”

  “Liam, I…we….” His mother’s fretful gaze darted to her new husband.

  Fraser patted her hands. “I’ll handle this, love.”

  Obedient, she nodded and crushed his hand between hers.

  Astounded, Liam merely gaped at his mother. What the devil was the matter with her? Any other time, she wielded a tongue shaper than a dagger. But now she sat there, meek and mild, submitting to husband’s commands—the very same woman who’d cursed him to hell on more than one occasion.

  Irritated, Liam slashed the air. “There is naught to handle. I refuse. ’Tis as simple as that.”

  Fraser shook his head. “You’ll reconsider.”

  “I shall not,” he shot back. “You’re daft if you believe I have any desire to lead your clan, and even dafter if you imagine your clan would wish me, an outsider, to lead them.”

  “’Tis no matter.” Fraser waved away his words with a flick of his hand. He paused long enough to cast a measured glimpse at his wife. With her faint nod, he returned his gaze to Liam. “They’ll accept you because you are one of them.”

  What was the foolish man on about
now? “And how did you arrive at that conclusion?”

  For long moments, silence stretched across the stifling air in the chamber. He looked from one to the other for answers, but neither Fraser nor his mother breached the strained hush.

  At the end of his tether, Liam demanded, “Well? Speak.”

  His mother bit her lip before expelling a rush of garbled noise it took him a moment to decipher.

  “He is your father, Liam.”

  Stunned, he rocked back on his heels, downright astounded by the admission. In a blinding flash, a flush of anger shook him from his stupor.

  “What utter shite! How dare you insult the memory of my father, Robert MacGregor, with such a sickening jest?”

  “I would never defame Robert in such a savage manner,” she angrily retorted. Her chin trembled as she spoke. “I vow I speak the truth.”

  Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, but she held her head high, her sorrowful gaze beseeching him to understand.

  Rooted to the floor while his heart hammered against his ribcage, he studied her troubled face, searching for the barest hint of deceit, for a sign—anything—that might wash away the dawning horror. Alas, naught else but the wretched truth reflected in her shining blue eyes.

  Hammish Fraser was his father.

  At once, the ale in his stomach soured, and he swallowed down the violent urge to retch. Head as light as a feather, he wavered on weak knees and grabbed ahold of the timber mantel for support. After several steadying breaths, he managed to scrape together a sliver of his frayed composure. The fog of disbelief lifted and the situation became glaringly clear.

  Liam focused on his mother, who slumped over cupping her weeping face in her hands. For once, mercy failed him. Naught but betrayal burned in his chest, incinerating him from the inside out.

  “Let me guess.” He jabbed an accusing finger at Fraser. “He bedded you but would not wed you. And what of my father? Did you tell him you carried another man’s bastard? How long before you spread your legs and ensnared him with your deceit?”

  “That’s enough!” Fraser jumped to his feet. “You’ll not insult your mother again or—”

  “Or what?” Liam spat out. “You’ll disown me? Have me tossed from your hall?” He threw his head back and laughed at the absurdity. “Let me spare you the trouble.”