Page 104 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
“Do ye think he will like it?” she asked for the third time. “He always prefers me hair down.”
“Do ye like it?” Daisy asked.
“Aye. I have never felt more beautiful in me life,” Keira said happily, and Daisy smiled.
“Then Laird MacAllen doesnae matter,” she giggled and Keira gave her a warning glare.
Someone cleared their throat from the doorway and Keira turned, feeling her breath catch in her chest as she saw her brother standing before her.
He wore the highland colors of Noah’s house, and had a completely new set of clothes for the occasion. He looked absolutely wonderful and was standing taller now that his wound was beginning to heel.
“Scott, ye are goin’ to make Daisy cry again,” Keira said, laughing as her sister melted into hysteria beside her and Scott laughed.
“Ye look beautiful, Kee,” he said softly as he walked into the room. “Ye are stunnin’.”
“Thank ye. Ye dinnae look so bad yerself,” she said, watching him carefully. He looked so like her father. “Are ye carryin’ yer dirk today?” she asked curiously.
To her joy and relief he gave a small smile and shook his head.
“I dinnae think I need it today.”
“Ye may never need it again,” she said hopefully and he chuckled.
“I am still learnin’ to fight, Keira, and I willnae stop. Besides, the laird told me ye asked him to teach ye to knock a man out, so who is to blame for me followin’ in yer footsteps.”
Keira scoffed. “I cannae believe he told ye that.”
Scott smiled and went to stand behind her, waiting for Keira to leave the room to head down to the wedding celebrations.
She turned back to him, holding out her arm and waiting for him to come forward. Scott’s eyes widened as he stared at her in confusion.
“I have nae faither to give me away, and I could think of noone better to do it than ye.”
Scott stepped forward, taking her arm in his, his eyes a little brighter than they had been.
There was a happy sob from behind them as her sister clasped her hands over her mouth.
“Daisy!” Keira exclaimed affectionately.
* * *
As his bride came into view, Noah struggled to take in a full breath.
She had always been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but in the deep purple of the dress, with her hair tied up away from her neck and the familiar necklace sparkling at her breast, he felt lighter than air as he watched her walk toward him.
How on earth did I manage to win this woman?He thought in astonishment.I am the luckiest laird in all the Highlands.
“Breathe, man,” Callum muttered as Noah realized he had been holding his breath for far too long. Callum looked at him with some concern.
Noah watched her approach on her brother's arm and had never felt happier in his life. As she grew level with him, she met his eyes with a shy smile, and he recovered enough to offer his arm.
“I am nae worthy of ye,” he said, without thinking.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “We are worthy of each other Noah Black, and I will prove it to ye every day,” she said simply as they stepped up the front of the aisle and the congregation took their seats.
The ceremony passed in a whirlwind of happy laughter, wedding vows, and the tying of hands, and it seemed like only moments before it was all over.
Noah led Keira straight to the center of the celebrations, where the ceilidh was being set up. He held her close to him, finally able to call her his wife and touch her as often as he liked.
