Page 92 of To Wed an Heiress
“He hit you,” Lennox finally said.
Gregory made a sound which made Lennox look down at him. He hefted the L-shaped piece of wood in his hands as if he wanted to hit Gregory again.
“Is that part of your ship?”
“It’s a section of the tail. It seemed handy at the time.”
He bent and retrieved the shotgun at Gregory’s side. After inspecting it, he said, “This looks to be Douglas’s. Is your fiancé taking on murder for the Macrorys now?”
“He isn’t my fiancé.”
He turned and looked at her.
“Don’t tell me you married the idiot?”
She shook her head in exasperation, then turned and started walking.
He caught up with her, still carrying the shotgun.
“Mercy.”
“You do have rocks in your head. You’re the most obstinate, infuriating man I’ve ever met. He’s not my fiancé. Nor is he my husband.”
She kept walking.
“Mercy.”
“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m angry and I’m getting over being afraid.”
“Why were you angry?”
She stopped and stared at him. “Why was I angry? Could you shake a few of those rocks loose? Gregory tried to kill you.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for saving my life.”
She looked down at the road. It was so much easier than looking at Lennox.
“How did you know what he was going to do?”
“I didn’t,” she admitted. “I was coming to find you when I saw Gregory. I followed him.”
“Why, Mercy?”
“Why what?”
“Why were you coming to find me?”
“Because I’d heard the piper,” she said, giving him the truth. “I didn’t want you to be alone today.”
She started walking again, but he stopped her with a hand to her arm.
“Thank you for that, too.”
“I was also going to fuss at you,” she said. “You shouldn’t have been in your airship today. Irene said you had to have your ribs wrapped. And what about your arm? You haven’t given yourself time to heal.”
“I’m a Scot. Do you think I’ve never hurt myself flying before?”
“Yes, you probably have. And you probably will again. For an intelligent man you can be very foolish.” She pointed to the shotgun. “What are you going to do with that?”
