Page 49 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“Nay, I dinnae. I just didnae think ye of all people could name a?—”
“Me of all people? What is that supposed to mean?”
“Ye ken exactly what it means. I informed ye earlier nae to play with me. I am nae in the mood. Especially nae after what just happened.”
Evander eyed her narrowly. “So, this isnae about the goat?”
Keira slammed her fists on the desk. “Nay, it isnae about the damn goat—how many times do I have to say that?!”
Silence fell over the room, coated in the dust that flew up from the desk.
Keira rarely used the study. Part of her couldn’t shake the thought that some part of Fletcher haunted the room, waiting for her to get engrossed in some book and then terrify the hell out of her.
It was a famous piece of lore that the spirit of a laird never left his castle. She didn’t want to be caught unguarded, in case Fletcher’s spirit decided to manifest itself in any shape or form. Even now, as she stood in the study with Evander, with the door closed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Fletcher was hovering in one of the corners, watching.
“Ye seem quite angrier than normal, lass. Is there an issue?”
“Lady Kincaid?” Keira blurted.
“Aye. What is the matter with her?”
“There was a Lady Kincaid this entire time, and ye forgot to mention her?”
“I didnae think I had to.”
Keira threw her hands up in frustration.
Was he deliberately doing this? Was some part of him enjoying watching her spiral this hard and this low? Was this all quite entertaining for him?
“Oh, ye didnae think it was an important piece of information, did ye? Didnae think it was yer duty to tell me ye had a wife?!”
“Awife?” Evander echoed, almost taken aback.
Keira didn’t notice the tone of his voice, and if she did, she was too angry to care.
“When were ye going to tell me? Before or after ye took advantage of me inexperience with men?”
A brief silence, like a respite, descended on the room—the moment in which Keira seemed to realize she was short of breath. With Evander’s dark eyes on her, she took a couple of long, deep breaths.
“What do ye mean by yer inexperience?” Evander asked, the curiosity in his voice blatant.
“That was all ye heard from everything I just said?”
“It was what I didnae understand.”
“There’s nothing to understand. It is quite simple, actually. The former Laird died.”
“Aye, I was made aware of that.”
Keira took a step closer. “He died on our wedding night.”
She paused and waited for him to register what she had just said.
The realization crashed into him just as quickly as she hoped it would. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open in shock.
“Ye mean?—”
“Aye.”
