Page 30 of The Guardian's Witch

The expression on Jamie’s face turned murderous. “And what would we want with a couple of protectors who cannot even protect themselves?”

“Ransom. Not necessarily money but something to bargain with—to leave Scotland independent.”

“I don’t think the men were politically important.” Jamie scratched his chin in thought.

“No,” said Alex, “but they were all from wealthy influential families, which for the king is just as good. And I don’t just mean the protectors. Their men of arms who were also taken were from influential families as well.”

“Once the clan chieftains got wind of the rumor the Scots were blamed for the disappearances they banded together to search for the men. No stone was left unturned. The men have not been found.” Jamie got up from his perch. His hands were fisted at his side. “Well, it’s been quiet too long. I feared something would happen soon. I’m not surprised. Whoever the culprit, he has chosen a good time to strike, with your king visiting.”

“Yes, he has. But we’ll stop him.” Alex stood next to the Scots who was as close to him as his own brothers. “It’s good to know you have my back.”

Jamie nodded. “I’m glad you brought me that ale.”

Alex shook his head. “Gareth told me about you and your tie to the family. I knew we had to meet on common ground. Wesley’s ale was the best idea I could come up with.”

“You were either very smart or very stupid. I didn’t know which. You marched into my camp, two tankards of ale in your hand and introduced yourself,” said Jamie.

“Your camp wasn’t far from mine. I nearly tripped over your feet when I went to relieve myself.”

“Aye, we both were curious. In the end we figured out we were very much alike.” He leaned into Alex. “Me being the more handsome.” Jamie smiled.

“If you’ve a fondness for redheaded Scotsmen,” teased Alex as he pushed him back.

“As long as my darling Laura does, that’s all that matters.”

“We had a good talk that night,” remembered Alex.

“One of many that lasted into the wee hours of the morning.” Jamie got up and stretched. “You’re in great danger, Alex.” Jamie looked off the edge of the cliff at the churning water below. “Be careful.” The men headed toward Alex’s horse.

“I will. I must get back to the castle.”

Jamie held Prime’s bridle while Alex mounted up.

“I will get you a message if I find out anything.” Jamie patted the horse’s neck and released the halter.

“Many thanks, my friend. Many thanks,” called Alex as he rode off.

* * *

Lisbeth dropped the basket.

“Forgive me, Lisbeth. I didn’t see you on the other side of the gate.” Alex stared at the basket on the ground, then slowly up her body, complete surprise on his face. He reached out and twisted a damp curl around his finger. “A swim?”

She looked at him from under her thick dark lashes. She didn’t answer.

The spoils of her berry picking and trip to the market lay scattered on the ground. He knelt and helped her stuff everything back into the basket. Awkwardly, he still held some of her bounty. He took the basket from her and gave her his arm.

“Did you go for a swim?” he repeated. There was no way she could deny being at the river. She was ready for his wrath but if she hadn’t been there... She didn’t want to think of what might have happened.

“I enjoyed a very refreshing swim.” He pulled her along to the castle. “The bridge collapsed beneath me.” The crossed the kitchen garden.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m perfectly fine. Thanks to your help. I knew I didn’t imagine you.” He slowly drew his thumb across her lower lip. “Soft,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the thrilling sensation.

“You always seem to be near when I need you. How is that?” They continued toward the kitchen.

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