Page 72 of The Highlander Steals a Virgin
“Well, I’m nae deaf. So, aye, I have.”
Rhys chuckled and slowly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before answering. “Williamused to be quite tiresome about it. Which only encouraged Myles to continue the use, as well as the rest of the guard.”
“That’s rather unkind.”
“I suppose, but when Daisy started calling him it, he started correcting all of us less and less.”
“I see — ye’ve broken the man.”
“Och! Posh! Billy secretly loves it, which is why he has kept it goin’ for so long.”
“Sure, and I’m the Queen of France.”
He smiled, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Lass, I’ll be busy in the morning,” he said, reaching out to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. “But will ye meet me in the courtyard come afternoon? I’ve something to show ye.”
She nodded. “Aye. I’ll meet ye. I’ve nothin’ planned for tomorrow anyway.”
“I’ll have Nina set some things up for ye.”
Then, before she could say anything more, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, just to the edge of her mouth. It left a mark hotter than wine on her skin.
“Goodnight, Amara,” he murmured, and then he was gone.
20
Rhys’s feet turned down the corridor without a single thought to do so. He wanted to stay with Amara. He should have stayed with her, but here he was in front of Daisy’s door.
Probably already asleep... Need to check for meself.
Rhys knocked softly, not expecting a reply, nor did he get one.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door.
The fire in the corner had burned low, casting the room in soft orange shadows. Daisy was curled beneath the quilt, only her curls and one small hand visible over the edge.
She blinked at him blearily. “Da?”
“Aye. I just came to make sure ye were well and in bed,” he said, stepping inside and lowering himself onto the bench beside her bed.
“I’m fine,” she yawned. “Why’re ye still awake?”
He smiled faintly. “Could ask ye the same.”
“I was waitin’ on ye...”
The words pulled at something behind his ribs.
“Oh?”
She nodded, her curls bouncing. “I missed ye, Da.”
He let out a quiet chuckle. “I missed ye too, mo chridhe.”
“I ken,” she said simply. “Did Lady Amara go with ye?”
Rhys stilled. “Aye, she came with me. Billy and Myles too.”
