Page 112 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“Ye’re nae going anywhere, Lesley.” Keira’s voice was sharp. “Nothing ye did was yer fault, and I willnae punish ye for it.”
A wet laugh escaped Lesley’s lips, and tears fell down her cheeks.
“Plus, ye cannae leave me to deal with all of this on me own. I’ll need me best friend.”
Lesley nodded, wiping the tears off her face. “All right,” she whispered. “I am so sorry, Keira. I missed ye. I thought that…Thank God ye’re back. And thank ye. Thank ye so much.”
Keira nodded.
Evander eventually caught up to them and stopped beside her, pulling her close to him.
“He is dead, by the way,” Keira eventually revealed as Lesley turned to take her leave. “I figured ye should ken.”
Lesley swallowed and nodded. “’Tis what he deserves. I’m glad to see ye are both well. Now if ye’ll excuse me, my Laird, my Lady.”
With those words, she turned around and went back the way she had come, leaving them alone, their hands clasped.
“Yer big heart might be the best thing about ye,” Evander murmured. “Arthur might be right after all.”
Keira’s brow furrowed. “Right about what?”
“Ach. Just the fact that yer the right woman for me. He left before I came to meet ye at the inn.”
“Hm. I suppose I could forgive him after all,” Keira responded.
“If he kens any better, he would nae step foot in here again.”
Keira smiled and turned to him. “I suppose it suffices if one of us has a big heart.”
“Oh, mine may nae be as big,” Evander said, leading her to their quarters. “But I have something else that’s bigger.”
Keira rolled her eyes. “Ye are just a charming man, are ye nae?”
“Let me show ye.” Evander laughed, opening the door.
The creak reverberated through the air.
EPILOGUE
The bath Stella had drawn for Keira was soothing, and it was just what she needed after a long day. Water dripped behind her as she stepped out of the bath and stepped toward her wardrobe, where she took out a thin nightdress and put it on, before heading to the window.
Evander had left to speak to his man-at-arms and had said he would return soon. She had barely spent five minutes by the window when she heard his footsteps. The door creaked open, and he walked in.
“Welcome back,” she whispered, smiling at him as he headed straight to her.
“The meeting went on longer than I thought it would,” he sighed.
“Oh, did it now?”
“Dinnae worry. Throughout the meeting, I was only thinking about ye,” he teased as he closed the distance between them.
“And what exactly were ye thinking about me at the meeting? Were ye perhaps picturing me in this tub, wishing ye had joined me instead?”
Evander leaned closer to her, his lips brushing the back of her neck. When his hands settled on her waist, she instinctively leaned back against him, basking in his warmth.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side so that his tongue found the sensitive skin behind her ear. A low gasp escaped her lips.
“Nay, I was thinking of the things I would do to ye,wife.”
