Page 58 of Highland Renegade
They followed Ian into the castle where Juliana and Rory were arguing.
“You are going to run after your brother when we do not know where my sister is? We need to find her!”
“And I have to find Devon,” he nearly shouted.
Juliana glared at him. “Fiona’s gone after him.”
“Ye doona understand! She will nae be able to handle him if he—”
“I am right here,” Emily interrupted as they approached. “And I am fine.”
Ian gestured to Rory. “Go. He should be easy to track.”
Rory turned, muttering under his breath about daft females.
Carr appeared from the hallway that led to the library. He gave Emily a brief glance before he turned to Ian. “I think ’tis time for a family conference.”
Squaring his shoulders, Ian gave a curt nod. “Ye are right about that.”
Emily made no attempt to follow him as he left. Lorelei frowned.
“I guess we are not invited.”
“We are not family.” Emily suspected the “conference” was going to be about her, but she could hardly demand to attend.
Juliana gave her a curious look. “Do you know what happened to make Devon so angry?”
“I…” What could she say? “I…”
Lorelei suddenly giggled. “I think I know.”
Emily shot her a warning look, but it was too late.
“What?” Juliana asked.
“I think Devon saw his brother kissing Emily.”
Juliana’s mouth dropped open and she closed it with a snap as she turned to Emily. “You werekissingMr. MacGregor?” And then, before Emily could reply, she continued. “Are you mad?”
“Oh, yes,” Lorelei chirped. “I saw them myself.”
Emily could cheerfully throttle her sister but resisted the urge. From the look on Juliana’s face, her other sister wanted to throttleher.
She sighed. Obviously, it wasn’t only MacGregors who didn’t approve a match.
…
Ian closed the library door, not particularly surprised to see that his uncles were still here. It had been quite the morning with the outrider delivering his message, the turmoil it had caused the clan—to say nothing of the turmoil kissing Emily causedhim—to another of Devon’s angry outbursts. Hopefully, Fiona and Rory would catch up to him before a dragoon did. Ian wasn’t sure his brother could survive another capture.
He looked from his uncles to Carr and Alasdair. He thought he knew what they wanted to discuss—or rather,tellhim—but he asked anyway. “What is the subject of this family conference?”
“The Sassenachs,” Donovan said. “Especially the dowager countess.”
He had been right about the subject then. “What, in particular, is the problem?”
“The problem is that she ishere, where she does nae belong.”
“I doona see what can be done about that,” Ian answered. “Carr said the deed she showed us is authentic, which means she has a legal right to be here.”
