Page 22 of Kilty Until Proven Innocent
“No’ the rest of ye, lass,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her hair again. “Just ye. I think…I think I could be happy with ye.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, Brigit whispered the truth into the stillness of her own heart.
I could be happy with ye too, Drummond Kennedy.
‘Twas too bad she was cursed to betray him as badly as this Rebecca had.
Chapter 5
Drummond feltas if he were at least three inches taller. He found himself strutting through the palace corridors like a puffed-up cock, a stupid grin barely held in check by his usual glare.
After this afternoon, his signature glare didn’t have its usual effect.
Maids didn’t scurry out of his way and men-at-arms didn’t avoid his eyes. Instead they looked at him strangely, and Drum half-wondered if he had spinach stuck in his beard or something.
When was the last time ye ate spinach?
Well over a fortnight ago.
Then surely someone would’ve mentioned yer be-spinaching to ye. Likely they can tell ye’re two steps away from whistling and clicking yer heels when ye jump, and bursting into a choreographed melody about the rain and singing in it.
Sometimes, he was better off not knowing what his subconscious was talking about.
All Drum knew was that he was on his way to dinner with Brigit after a full day with her. And this lightness, thiscontentment? It had naught to do with the way he’d felt when she’d wrapped him in her arms and accepted him into her body.
Well, mayhap a bit.
Mayhap a lot.
Aye, fine, ‘twas one of the more remarkable sexual interludes of his life—happy?
Verra.
So was he. Far happier than a man who’d lost the King’s trust, who had a traitor’s execution looming over his head. After today, after working with Brigit, he felt as if he could do aught, and that included solving this mystery and removing suspicion from himself.
He nodded to one of the guards he’d interviewed today—the man lifted his crossbow from his shoulder to prove he hadn’t lost it—and ducked into one of the doors leading to the niche near the chapel where he said he’d meet Brigit. Interestingly, this part of the palace was near Their Majesties’ private quarters, and he wondered what a simple serving lass would be doing here.
Och, but there was littlesimpleabout Brigit!
He smiled, remembering the way her quick mind had noticed connections today, and how she’d tricked young Matthias into confessing. But ‘twas the way she’dthoughtlike Drum, had understood the way his mind worked during the investigation…that had been what had really warmed his heart.
And the whole licking-her-until-she-squirted thing.
Andthe fact she’d held him after, and he’d held her, and he’d found himself confessing about Rebecca and the way she’d hurt him. The way he hadn’t allowed himself to work with or trust another woman since then.
But thispeacehe felt inside told Drummond he was ready to do both.
“Hello, love,” Brigit said softly, appearing seemingly out of nowhere to twine her fingers through his. “What has ye smiling tonight?”
Her expression was different, and it took a moment for Drum to place it; she lookedsad, almost. He squeezed her fingers and offered her a lop-sided grin. “Just thinking of ye. I’m dining with the loveliest lass in Scone tonight.”
She scoffed slightly, pink rising on her cheeks. After their interlude in his office, she’d changed gowns into something a bit finer, and he preened to realize she’d wanted to look nice for him. Her red hair was braided neatly about her head, and suddenly he wanted naught more than to pull out the pins and watch those curls cascade around her naked shoulders.
Or better yet, aroundhisnaked shoulders.
Despite being so thoroughly satiated earlier today, his cock stirred beneath his kilt and he adjusted his sporran so no one else would know.
What he and Brigit shared should beonlybetween them.
