Page 3 of Married to the Highland Devil
Intriguing.
Lily too did not say a word, and Lily was never awestruck.
What does he look like? It’s not often someone strikes Lily speechless.
Amelia had not cared for the looks of the other gentlemen that had called this past week. But this one was different; she could feel it.
Without hesitating, she stepped out of the curtains and took two steps forward.
“My Lady,” Lily finally spoke and came to take her hand.
“I will speak with him, Lily,” Amelia said without facing her maid.
Her heart had picked up its pace now, and she bobbed a simple curtsy, not knowing she was facing the wrong direction until Lily stirred her towards where the gentleman stood.
“My Lord,” Amelia began.
“Laird,” he corrected. “Laird McLennan.”
Scottish.
She had never met a Scotsman, at least not in person, but she had heard tales. A thrilling shiver rocketed through her. This was going to be exciting. She could feel it.
“Laird McLennan,” she repeated then extended a hand to him.
He did not waste time to take her hand in his. His warm touch sparked something in her. It felt like tingles, but it swarmed to the pit of her stomach and settled there.
Amelia’s breath hitched in her throat when his finger smoothed over the front of her palm then he lowered his lips to her skin and kissed it gently.
Her pulse skipped a beat. That was another effect she had never experienced.
“I am here for yer hand, My Lady,” he continued in his thick Scottish accent. “Who do I have to kill for it?”
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She is bonnie.
Duncan had never met a woman this beautiful. She had hair the shade of gold but with red tones that made it look like sun-fire. Her eyes were a pale blue; they glowed and clung to his without relenting.
Duncan immediately felt a thrilling spasm rush through him. It settled deep within and tickled his nerves. She was staring at him, but strangely, it felt like she wasn’t looking at him but into him.
Like she can see my soul.
It was unnerving. Duncan was not a man easily rattled, but at that moment, he felt the urge to break eye contact first.
“Please sit,” she offered then did the same.
The other woman she had called Lily backed to a corner of the room, and the Lady crossed her hands on her lap.
“Sit. Do I not need to meet my opponent?” he queried and frowned a little. “I am here for yer hand, My Lady. A competition for yer hand. That means I must kill my opponent, nae?”
His questions were met with a rough chuckle. “I am afraid that you will not be killing anyone today, My Laird. All you need to do is talk.”
“Talk?” Duncan combed his fingers through is hair then looked from the Lady to Lily, who was standing in a corner and watching him with hawkish black eyes like she wanted to swallow him.
“Yes, talk… Although I would very much like it if you fought the gentleman who just walked out, I’d rather just talk with you.”
Duncan did not understand her or the giggling woman in the room either. They both seemed at ease, and his sour mood was slowly drifting to the surface.
