Page 52 of Kilty as Sin
A son.
A son with Grace.
The thought of her belly swelling with his bairn was fookingmiraculous.
Barclay swallowed, almost overcome with need for her. He wanted Grace, not just in bed, but in his life—hisheart—for the rest of his days.
“Marry me, Grace?” he managed to choke out.
She grinned. “I would be delighted to, my Hunter.”
Behind him, Drummond cleared his throat. “Excellent. Because His Majesty has already called his secretaryandhis priest, and is prepared for the ceremony of investiture to begin immediately. Followed by a wedding.”
A wedding, here and now?
Barclay glanced around. Well, why not? Grace wouldn’t have her father beside her, but Drum would offer to give her away, for certes. As for him… The Hunters were his family.
He was surrounded by the most important people in his life, here and now.
Gathering Grace in his arms, he smiled down at her. “Well, soon-to-be-Lady-MacGill? How about it?”
She was still grinning. “Let us marry posthaste, love.”
So they could start on the bairns!
* * *
“Ye didnae tellme ye had yer own rented rooms in Scone,” Grace accused as he slid the lock on the door.
“Ye didnae ask.” He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, nuzzling against her neck. “Although I suppose I’ll divest myself of them, now I’m retiring.”
She twisted in his arms. “Ye dinnae mind?”
This new position brought her flush up against him, and she could feel the evidence of his intense need pressing up against her belly. Well, fair was fair; she’d been throbbing with need since the wedding ceremony, hours ago.
“Barclay?” she whispered, sliding her arms around his neck. “Ye asked me if I would marry ye. But ye never told me how ye feel about all these changes.”
“Changes?” He seemed…distracted.
“Becoming a laird. Leaving yer position as a Hunter.”
“Most Hunters retire when they wed,” he murmured, bending down to kiss her jaw.
She tipped her head to one side. “Andmarriage? Dinnae tell me ye expected all this when we arrived?”
“Grace…” His fingers began to pluck at the ties of her gown. Herweddinggown. “As soon as ye agreed to become mine, I kenned I’d do whatever I must in order to ensure yer happiness. Retiring? Aye, of course. Gaining a clan of my own? Even better.”
Humming, she twisted slightly so he could push her bodice apart, giving him easier access. “I suppose I should be grateful ye’re so good at this?”
“Looking on the bright side of things?”
“Undressing a woman,” she corrected.
He grinned as he plucked the pins from her hair. “Ikennedall that practice would come in useful.”
Her palms cupped his jaw and pretended fierceness. “As long as I’m the only woman ye practice on from now on.”
“I swear it,” he breathed, as he pulled her against him almost reverently. “Why would I want any other woman when my wife is the most perfect woman in creation?”
