Page 47 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
A voice, like an alarm ringing in the back of his head, cut through the air, making him freeze.
“I wasnae aware that we had guests,” Keira remarked as Shona and Tommy pulled out their chairs.
They all turned in the direction of her voice and came face to face with her. Evander’s lips slowly parted in surprise.
She was wearing a deep green dress that reflected the early morning light. As she walked closer, she looked ethereal, like an angel walking on water.
What is she wearing?
“Oh,” Evander murmured, a fresh wave of despair washing over him.
Whatever this was, it was not going to end well. He could easily tell from the look on her face as she moved closer to them.
“Who is she?” Shona whispered to him, right before Keira stopped right in front of them.
Och, ye have nay clue.
“Shona, I would like ye to meet Keira Elliott, Lady Blythe.”
Lady Blythe? Certainly, there were other ways he could’ve properly introduced Keira. That was not all he had, was it?
“Lady Blythe? Ye took a castle that still had a leader?” Shona sputtered, her confused eyes darting between Keira and Evander.
“Aye, that he did,” Keira confirmed.
Evander narrowed his eyes at her. She was doing this intentionally, and from the look on her face, she was greatly enjoying it.
“Please, I would like to welcome ye to Blythe Castle. Any family of Evander’s is a family of mine,” Keira added.
Evander went still. What was she saying?
“Keira, this is Shona, and that is her son, Tommy. Shona is the Lady of Clan Kincaid.”
Something about the way he said that seemed to echo through the dining hall for longer than necessary.
Keira stiffened. So she was right, after all. He did have a wife. A breathtakingly gorgeous one at that—anda son.
“It is an honor to meet ye, Lady Kincaid.”
“Nay. Please, call me Shona,” Shona offered, practically waving her off.
She remained motionless and continued to watch, wondering what was proper and how exactly she was supposed to deal with whatever this was.
“She’s quite humble, this one,” Evander remarked, flashing Keira a smirk.
“That is a quite handsome lad,” she commented, once she found her voice, turning to Tommy.
“Ah, well, he takes after his faither.” Shona smiled.
As if her words had opened the portal to some clarification, Keira began to see it.
Tommy had some of Evander’s features. His dark brown hair, his brown eyes, the way their noses both crinkled when they smiled.
Oh God.
Had she been a fool this entire time? Why would Evander kiss her if he already had a wife and son? Why would he do that to her?
She felt terrible, as if she had been ambushed and deliberately placed between a rock and a hard place. Her eyes darted to Evander, who had a slight grin on his face.
