Page 29 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
He was still certain—at least from the way she spoke—that she wasn’t looking for anything. She just wanted to avoid a much-needed conversation and do it as peacefully as she possibly could.
“Again, if ye plan to just avoid this conversation, I promise ye I can do it for ye. All I have to do is?—”
“I found it.” Her voice was calm and gentle, but for some reason, it rang out like a bell, signaling that the line of conversation was dead.
The smell of herbs and tinctures filled her nostrils as she pulled something out of the cupboard, her hand curled tightly around it. A vial.
“A vial? Is that why ye cut me off? Because ye wanted to take out a vial?”
“If ye let me talk, I will tell ye why this is quite important,” Keira scoffed, rolling her eyes.
She rose from the floor and walked to him, dangling the vial filled with what seemed to be shiny purple liquid before him.
“This is for ye.”
“For me?” Evander echoed.
Keira nodded and handed it to him.
Evander’s eyes darted between her and the vial for the briefest of seconds, and she could see it on his face—the calculation.
“’Tis nae poison, Mr. Kincaid.”
He narrowed his eyes at her.
“If I wanted to kill ye, I would’ve done it the day ye trampled on me flowers in the garden.”
“I dinnae remember that.”
“Certainly, ye dinnae,” Keira drawled. “Now, take the vial from me hand before I change me mind.”
He nodded and grabbed the vial.
“’Tis a bathing oil. For ye. I just remembered I asked me maid to take the ones I use out of me room?—”
“Ye mean the Laird’s quarters.”
“Meroom,” Keira emphasized, her voice thick. “This must be quite fun for ye. Interrupting me whenever ye feel like it.”
“I can say the same about ye. Ye seem to do it effortlessly. Ye dinnae give a care as to whether I am the Laird or nae. Ye interrupt me, ye call me Mr. Kincaid, kennin’ full well?—”
“Do ye need me to tell ye how the oil works or nae?” she cut him off.
“And there it is,” he muttered.
A tense silence descended between them, where one waited for the other to speak—to saysomething.
“Do ye?” Keira finally spoke, unable to bear the suffocating silence.
“Do I what?”
“Need me to tell ye how the oil?—”
“I am certain that I ken how bathing oils work, Lady Blythe. ‘Tis nae me first time taking a bath.”
“I see.”
Another moment of silence passed between them, one Keira was determined not to suffer this time around.
