Page 66 of Taming the Scot
“I have indeed. Of more interest to ye might be that after having her parents killed, my cousin tried to murder my wife.” Euan stared at the man dead in the eyes. “I think considering that, he should be stricken from the will and the stipulations voided.”
The words said aloud, and so factual like that, made Bronwen stiffen. Even with nearly a month passing since the incident, she was still reeling from it. Still felt queasy every time Hector’s name was brought up. Still startled when she heard the clomp of boots coming toward the dining room.
The solicitor’s eyes widened. “I see. Well, that does no’ bode well for him.”
“He will pay the price for this and the string of crimes within the city he is involved with,” Euan said. “Joining my uncle in prison. In case ye thought that the stipulation would then go to him.”
“I see.” The solicitor glanced at Bronwen. “Well, I do agree. I am duty-bound to sign the documents saying thus, Captain. It is my honor to be the first one to congratulate ye on being the Baron of Drum and Bonshaw. The lands will all be deeded to ye and your heirs.”
“I appreciate your diligence in the matter,” Euan said. He stood and put his arm around Bronwen, and she sank against his side, feeling at home there. “My wife and I bid ye and your family well, sir.”
The solicitor stood. “For what it’s worth, I do believe the victory has gone to the right man.”
“We could no’ agree more.”
The solicitor nodded to Euan’s sisters—now her sisters—and exited the study. After that pleasant encounter, Bronwen was disposed to think that she’d been wrong about all solicitors being rubbish. That man had proven otherwise.
“Well,” Maggie said, beaming a smile at them. “I suppose the two of ye should be off.”
Bronwen glanced at Euan. “Off where?”
“Maggie has agreed to stay in Edinburgh with the lasses while we go back to Drum and have a bit of a honeymoon for ourselves.”
The entire castle to themselves? That was going to be a dream. She wrapped her arms around Euan’s neck and lifted on her tiptoes to kiss him as their sisters giggled behind them and filed out of the study to leave them alone.
“I’m so glad ye’re happy,” he said, stroking the side of her face.
“More than happy. This is the beginning of something wonderful.”
“Aye, love, it really is.”
Though the attack had been terrifying, and the revelations after tragic, at least Bronwen knew who had murdered her parents and that they were being punished for it. Along with Hector, many of his associates had also been arrested. With them all behind bars, at least the people she knew from Tanner’s Close would be a little safer—at least for now, before another crime ring sprung up.
Bronwen no longer had to worry about the burden of her parents’ deaths or the men who’d harmed them coming after her. And best of all, she was married to the man she loved and would spend the rest of her life with.
When she’d boarded the ship nearly two months ago, scared and downtrodden, she’d not imagined she’d be boarding it again a married woman. And yet, that very afternoon, they walked up the gangplank with her cousins waving jovially behind them.
This time when they set sail, watching the docks slowly drift into the distance, Bronwen held tight to Euan’s hand, her strength, her heart.
“Shall we retire to our cabin?” he asked, his lips caressing the shell of her ear and shivers of anticipation covered her skin.
“Why, Captain, I thought ye were enjoying watching the shore disappear. What could we possibly have to do in the cabin?”
Euan grinned wolfishly and gave her a slow wink. “Och, lass, I can think of many things.”
Bronwen’s veins started to thrum. “Well, in that case, we ought to make haste.”
Hand in hand, they hurried to the cabin. They’d no sooner crossed the threshold than Euan was grabbing her about the waist and turning her back to the door. Fingers entwined with hers held her hands aloft as he captured her mouth for a searing kiss. She loved it when he kissed her like that, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
“I’ve never made love on a ship,” he said, biting her lower lip.
“Neither have I,” she laughed, pushing her hips into his.
“Let’s remedy that for the both of us.”
“With pleasure.” Bronwen kissed him with all she had and more, her fingers tightening on his.
Euan’s hard body aligned to hers, and she lifted her leg, hooking it around his hip to feel the hard heat of him against the crux of her body. His rigid arousal pressed to the place between her thighs that thrummed and came alive, and she wanted to wrench away their clothes. To feel his skin on hers. To feel him inside her.
