Page 56 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“Borders for what?” he had asked, his patience growing thinner by the second.
“She said it was to make living with ye easier until she was able to leave. Or at least one of ye leaves.”
Evander remembered the thoughts that had overtaken his mind at that moment.
“She still thinks I’m the one leaving?” he remembered saying at some point.
He had thought that it must have been some kind of sick joke. One of the pranks Keira usually pulled on him, like the baby goat.
Except now, as he stared at the tapestries and how they had been hung to split the Great Hall into two separate sections, he realized she was not jesting, not even one bit. She was quite serious about this.
He walked out of the Great Hall and proceeded to the dining hall, only to be greeted with the same sight. The room had been split into two equal sections. He walked out again and headed up the stairs toward her room, ignoring the servants who were still hanging some of the tapestries across the passageways.
“Is she trying to split the stairs into two as well?” he grumbled as the servants walked past him, largely ignoring him—most of them did.
He walked as fast as possible until he got to her door. Then he paused to catch his breath, wondering how exactly he was going to confront her about this matter.
“Lass,” he called, knocking gently on the door.
No response.
Evander looked down at the little space between the door and the floor. “I can see ye moving around the room. Ye would do well to answer the door now.”
Still no response.
Feeling his fury start to rise, he stepped away from the door and, as hard as he could, slammed it open with his heel. The hinges gave way, and the door flew open.
He walked in, ignoring the mild pain that splintered up his leg and disappeared almost immediately, only to skid to a halt.
His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him.
Keira was in the room, sure enough, but she wasnaked. Water dripped down her body in long rivulets.
Her eyes snapped up to his for half a second before she bolted toward her bed, reaching for the covers. He turned and shut the door behind him, largely ignoring the red hue that spread across her face.
“What the devil do ye think ye’re doing, ye animal?!”
“Animal?”
“Did ye nae hear me the first time?” Keira snapped, wrapping the covers around herself as quickly as she could, the droplets of water seeping into the white fabric.
“Ye put up tapestries, and ye thinkI’m the animal?”
“Ye barged into me room without knocking, and ye wonder why I thought we could both do with a bit of privacy?”
“That is a load of…” he trailed off and walked closer to her, ignoring the way her shoulders glistened in the sunlight that filtered through her window. “This isnae about privacy, and ye ken it.”
“What else could it be about,Mister Kincaid?”
Evander narrowed his eyes at her. “Do ye have so little faith in yerself?”
“What?”
“Ye dinnae trust yerself to keep yer hands off me.”
Keira slapped her free hand against her forehead. “For the love of God, stop flattering yerself.”
“Why else would ye want to put up the so-called ‘borders?’”
