Page 73 of Intrigued By A Highlander

His arm tightened around her. “As I told you. I will always find you no matter what.”

“You don’t know how much that truly means to me, husband, or how appreciative I am of knowing that you will always be there for me, and I will always be there for you.”

“Then we will have a good life together, Dru. I’ll make sure of it.”

“We both will,” she said and went to kiss him when her stomach grumbled.

He laughed. “You’re hungry and there is a hot kale and cabbage stew waiting for us.”

Dru licked her lips. “I am going to hug Mave next time we see her.”

“You know this is her home?” he asked as they both slipped out of bed and dressed, though Dru only pulled on her shirt that fell past her knees and Knox wore his plaid, leaving his chest bare.

They fell easily into each other’s arms as they left the room, and the familiar comfort touched Knox’s heart.

“It was easy to piece together once you look around,” Dru said and struggled to reach two bowls off a shelf.

Knox reached over her and grabbed them easily and sniffed the air as he did. “Is that bread I smell.”

Dru spotted the covered loaf. “That gets Mave two hugs. So, Mave told you about this place.”

“She offered it to me as a safe haven when needed, though with hot food waiting for us here, I believe she was expecting us.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat. Mave is a good cook.”

Knox never smiled or laughed so much then when he was with Dru and never had he felt so content. To him this was a peek into the future and the way their life would be, and he intended to do whatever it took to get them there.

Dru rested her arms on the table to approach the subject she preferred to ignore but couldn’t. Not if she wanted a life with Knox and she wanted that more than anything.

“What next?” she asked.

The serene moment was broken, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Facing Lord Torrance can wait. We need to find out who wants you dead. Is there anything you’ve done while being Dru that could have angered someone enough to want that?”

She started shaking her head before Knox finished. “Nay. Dru can be annoying, but she’s wise enough—” She stopped and turned her head to stare at the hearth.

“You recall something,” Knox said, leaning forward. “Tell me.”

She turned back to look at him. “The Monk saved me from being hung for stealing a horse. The noble let me go because The Monk claimed I belonged to him.”

“Did you steal the horse?”

“Aye, I did. He mistreated that animal horribly and one of his young warriors as well. The warrior badly wounded in battle. He never fully recovered and the noble cast him out of the clan claiming he was useless to him. So?—”

Knox held up his hand. “Don’t tell me. You stole the horse and gave it to the wounded warrior so both could find a better life.”

“You understand,” she said gleefully.

“You can’t go trying to heal all the ills and misjustices of the world,” Knox cautioned.

“Nay, but I can do my share.” She scrunched her brow. “That noble is too afraid of The Monk to do anything to me.”

“On that we agree.”

“Anything else you can think of?”

She shook her head, nothing came to mind.

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