Page 39 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“Will that be all?” Evander asked.
Rory nodded. “I will leave ye to it, M’Laird.”
Evander narrowed his eyes at him. “Aye, I would like that, thank ye very much.”
Rory nodded and walked away.
Evander shut the door behind him and flung the sheets across the bed.
Shewas doing this to him. Having to answer the door with a raging manhood because he couldn’t stop thinking of her.
Her.
He must find her a husband as soon as possible. This could simply not continue. His grip on the vial tightened as he wentback to the bathing chamber. He had never needed cold water more than ever.
As he lowered himself into the water once again, another wave of anger crashed into him, like water against a cliff. Except this time, he was not thinking about her and what she was putting him through. He was thinking about his decision.
It had been so easy to come to that conclusion in his head.
Finding her a husband.
That would solve everything. It would get rid of all the lingering glances and the tension that had grown even thicker in the past few days. But it also meant she would be with another man.
His grip tightened even further on the vial Rory had just handed to him as he spiraled deeper into the thought.
With. Another. Man.
He hated that. He hated it so much that he couldn’t tell when the vial had shattered into several pieces. The scent of smoky and lavender bathing oils filled his nostrils as he opened his hand. The oil trickled down his palm, glistening in the nearby candlelight.
“Damn ye,” he growled under his breath.
No woman had ever made him feel like this. None at all. And that fact alone made him even more upset. The way she blushed when she spoke, the way she always stood up to him and remained firm in her convictions.
The last thing Keira was, was a typical widow.
Nothing about that woman was typical, and the thought of giving her to another man made his stomach twist in discomfort despite the cold water submerging his body.
He dunked his head under the water, shutting out the world. The sky had completely darkened by now, and the cold night air drifting from the window sill bit at his skin.
He just had to remain in the tub long enough for his arousal to go away—no matter how long that took.
Breakfast was rarely a grand affair in the castle before the Laird arrived. This was because Keira preferred eating in her room, and when she was done, she would move to the garden and tend to her flowers.
However, since Evander arrived, breakfast had become a bigger event. Every day, the table would be spread with bread, cheese, honey, and sometimes bannocks for the children, who were already interested in eating some of the sweets.
While she was not exactly keen on it, she had tried her best to eat in the dining hall ever since. A part of her did that just to make sure that she was familiar with most of the strangers who had managed to find their way into her home. The other part did it just to keep an eye on Evander and make sure he didn’t make any plans during breakfast that she would not be made aware of.
She was determined not to learn the same lesson twice.
However, today, as she finished the last of her bread and discussed matters with Lesley, she couldn’t help but notice Evander’s absence. In the middle of the breakfast, part of her kept thinking that he was going to join them sooner or later. But he didn’t.
Several thoughts raced through her head as the maids began to clear the table of the used plates and cups.
Had he been so disgusted by her that he refused to join her for breakfast? Was he still thinking about the kiss, and had he decided to stay away from her?
But she thought he had put all of that behind him when he informed her about the cèilidh and promised to help her find a husband. Had he slept on it and thought it was a terrible idea, and that the best thing to do would be to avoid her altogether?
She turned to one of the maids who was clearing the cutlery. “Where’s the Laird?”
