Page 13 of The Highlander's Accidental Wife
This time, Laird MacCabe had the sense to step back as Helena attempted to drive her knee into his groin.
“What was that for, ye minx?” he bit out and went to grab her, but she shook him off. “Hel—Lady Helena. What’s happened?”
“Leave me alone,” she snarled. “I don’t know what game this is?—”
He stepped closer to her, and she tried to shove at him, causing him to shake his head. “Lass, I admire yer fortitude, but ye must see the difference in our sizes for all that ye are a tall creature.”
Her shoulders leaped up, and she shoved at him harder. “Get out of my way, Laird MacCabe.”
“Nay,” he said and caught her arm as she went to storm by him. “For I am also keen on kennin’ what game ye are playin’.”
That gave Helena pause, and she stared at him, her chest rising and falling.
The purpling sky filled with stars, causing the tangle of his hair to look like unruly velvet. “Whatever could you mean?”
Laird MacCabe dragged her closer. “Actin’ like we’ve never met, sweetheart. Like I didnae save yer skin.”
CHAPTER 6
For a moment,they stared at each other, and Helena couldn’t help it—she glanced around to make sure they were alone. Nothing but this stretch of stone wall, a snow-covered tree, and fields that ran down to a stretch of wood. Still, someone could round either corner at any moment and find them alone here.
“You should not have followed me, Damien,” Helena gritted out, then she gasped and fell back, her face flaming.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across the Laird’s face, and the blue of his eye danced with unholy delight.
Even though it was the last thing she wanted to do, she said, “Forgive me?—”
“Nothing to forgive,” he interjected. “So long as ye say it again.” He cupped a hand around his ear. “Go on, love. I liked it. Almost as much as…”
“Don’t,” Helena burst out and looked around. “Have you lost your mind? Why are you doing this?”
He took a step forward, and she forced herself to hold her ground. “I could ask ye the same. And why the hell do ye think ye will get away with runnin’ off this time.” A sarcastic Scottish sound rumbled in his throat, and Helena’s hands tingled with the urge to wrap her hands around that very neck, no matter how thick it appeared. “Did ye nae learn yer lesson?”
Learn my lesson?
Her mind screeched. Helena went to retort, then changed tack, drawing herself up and looking coolly into his face. “What will you do with this information, Sir?”
He blinked and took a step back. “Come again?”
“You seem so keen to get all these answers, and I must confess, I cannot understand why.” Helena took a step forward, while the Laird’s chest rose and fell. “I thought it was a jest on your behalf, but now I’m not so sure.”
“A jest?” Laird MacCabe repeated, and something softened in his expression. “Never.” Her breath became unsteady as he leaned in, and fire pooled in her belly. “Nae when I ken ye want to ask for another…” He paused as Helena’s eyes went wide, then he leaned back. “Dance, of course.”
“You call me a liar and pretend you are not making a mockery out of me, but I see you, Sir,” Helena burst out. “You find this funny.”
He shrugged one big shoulder. “A little. And I confess I didnae care for lyin’ to me best friend.”
“What, should we have explained how we met?” Helena asked sarcastically.
“Of course. Grant would’ve liked that story, and so would Emma, I think.” He leaned in. “Besides, I already ken that ye told her about me. Just nae me name.”
“I did not know your name when we kissed, you bloody fool,” Helena shouted, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Thatwasye?” Laird MacCabe teased, and then he caught her with ease around the waist. Her entire body went hot, and she knew she should push him away, for he did not hold her tightly. “Helena, ye ken that I would sooner forget me own name than our kiss.”
“Is that true?” she blurted out, and again, something softened in his expression. Then, she shoved at him, causing him to let go, even as he caught her hand. “No—never mind that. Andstoptalking about our kiss.”
“So, ye admit it happened.”
