She was looking for him.
“I am not afraid when I’m with you.”
Aye, ’twas worth every tormenting hour spent in front of his father’s sword to hear her say that.
He cleared his throat to keep himself from smiling at her like some watered down, doddering excuse for an English captain.
“I was just aboot to start back.”
“Why?” She blocked his path to stop him from going. “Rob, I don’t want you to think you have to…”
“But I do.” He moved closer toward her, drawn by the strength she cloaked around herself, and seduced by the vulnerability
she tried to conceal beneath it. Then he remembered who she was and stopped. “I must.”
“No.” She took a step forward. A soft blush stole across her cheeks as her gaze traversed his bare chest and belly, his wet
hair streaked across his face giving more depth to the startling need in his eyes. “No, Rob. I won’t let you. You have done
so much for me without even knowing why I am hunted. One day, you will understand why I have not told you.”
He already did. She did not trust him.
“I will not risk your life until then.”
When he opened his mouth to speak, she held up her palm, stopping him. “I’ve already asked Connor to take me away.”
Rob wasn’t sure whether to laugh or go find Connor and punch out a few of his teeth. “He isna’ takin’ ye anywhere,” he told
her instead, not caring how hard he was scowling at her.
“No, he isn’t,” she agreed, moving dangerously closer to him. “He is suddenly very eager to return to England. But he has
assured me that he is as gallant a man as you and has agreed to have his men escort me to Ireland without question. No one
will find me there.”
Was she mad? Ah, God help him, was he? “I will find ye,” he vowed. He did not expect her eyes to go all soft and liquid on
him, or the effect her tears would have on the last shred of his good sense.
“No, Rob, please.” Slowly, she lifted her fingers to the wound in his shoulder. The wound she’d given him. It was almost completely
healed now. She touched it and his muscles twitched beneath her fingertips. “You don’t understand—”
“Then help me understand, Davina.” He could have told her then that he knew the truth—that Connor knew it as well. But he
wanted her to tell him—to trust him with her life.
“It is too dangerous,” she said softly. “I won’t have you hurt… or worse because of me. I’ll be safe in Ireland.”
His hands clenched into fists at his sides. ’Twas all he could do to keep them there and not drag her into his arms. He couldn’t
have her, but he was going to keep her alive. “Ye’ll be safe with me.”
When she looked at him her eyes were full of regret. “But no one else will be.”
Rob knew she understood what protecting her meant and once again, she was trying to protect him, finding some inner strength
to turn him away. It made him ache even more to protect her. And he would. Her enemies would not find her in Skye, and if
they did, Rob would slash open their throats before they reached Kylerhea. “My clan will stand behind my decisions. They are
MacGregors and if they need to fight, they will. And we will win.”
“You sound so certain,” she told him, drifting closer still until he could feel her breath on his chin when she looked up
at him. “So sure that all will be well. You make me believe it too. But I…” She closed her eyes and moved now to step away.
“I cannot…”
He snatched her back, hauling her to his chest with a force that knocked the breath out of her. He didn’t care who the hell
she was. He’d never cared about England or her kings before, and he wasn’t going to start now. “Trust me, Davina.” He bent
to her and brushed his mouth over hers. “Trust me,” he found himself pleading, wanting it from her more than he’d realized,
more than desire, more than possession.
Her smile was all the answer he needed, but when she flung her arms around his neck, he smiled back and covered her mouth
with his.
“Very well then,” she whispered…, breaking their kiss. “There is something I would like to tell you. But later.” She smiled
again, blushed, and then met the passion in his kiss when he lifted her off her feet.
“Rob.” Connor’s voice wrenched Davina’s mouth away as she turned, scarlet to her roots. Her mortification was made complete
by the sight of Edward standing at Connor’s side and wearing a look of crushed disbelief on his face.
Connor, on the other hand, didn’t look surprised at all by the couple’s passionate embrace, but he did spare Rob a measured
glance before he spoke. “We grew alarmed when ye didn’t return, Miss Montgomery, but I see ye are in good hands.”
When Davina slipped down his body and out of his arms, Rob’s initial instinct was to grab for her hand and pull her back,
but she was already halfway to Asher. Clenching his jaw to keep himself from calling her back, Rob watched her captain lead
her away.
“We’ll be leaving shortly.”
Rob turned his glacial gaze on his old friend. “Then be on yer way, Connor.” He pushed past him and bent to retrieve his boots.
“But she’s stayin’ with me.”
“Ye’re still taking her to Camlochlin then?”
“Aye.”
“Ye’ve thought this through, Rob?”
“Aye, I have.” When Rob straightened, his eyes, eclipsed by his damp, dark locks, were level with Connor’s. “And I willna’
be moved on it.”
“I understand ye have formed an attachment to the girl,” Connor said, hurrying to catch up when Rob strode off. “But nothing
can come of it. If we are correct about who she is, the king will never agree to a union between the two of ye.”
Pausing, Rob turned on him, his voice rigid with control. “Hell, d’ye think I dinna’ know that?”
“Judging from what I just saw, I don’t think ye care.”
Rob rarely lost his temper. He’d found, thanks to his constant training, that when he did, ’twas very difficult for him to
get it back and noses usually got broken. He did his best not to lose it now with a friend. “If I didna’ care, I would have…”
He ground his jaw around crass words that were not in his character to utter. “I’m no’ Tristan.”
“I know,” Connor told him sincerely, seeing the storm pass. “And that’s what concerns me. Ye are not reckless.”
Rob turned away, knowing where the conversation was heading and preferring not to hear any more of it. Da—vina and Asher were
just up ahead and he kept his eyes on them as he walked.
“I will do as ye asked me last eve,” Connor said, catching up again. “I’ll warn the king of Monmouth’s, and possibly William
of Orange’s plans, but keep from him the truth about his daughter’s rescue until we know more, but ye cannot bring her to
Camlochlin, Rob. ’Tis too dangerous.”
“I have nae choice in the matter, Connor,” Rob told him. “And as long as ye dinna’ tell the king where she is, she will be
safe. Whoever wants her dead willna’ find her there.”
“Mayhap ye’re correct, but what if ye’re not? The Admiral found her once already.”
“Aye, and I am curious to know how he did,” Rob said. Something pricked at the edge of his memory, but when he reached for
it, it eluded him. “There must be someone at court who knows of her existence. That is why I ask ye no’ to tell the king that
she lives.”
“Rob,” Connor stopped him just before they reached the campsite. “Though I spent my years at Camlochlin with Mairi and Tristan,
I consider ye my brother. I don’t agree with what ye’re doing, but I’ll stand by ye on it. I’m leaving six of my men with
ye to escort ye to Oban. I have a small ship docked there and my men will take ye to Sleat. ’Tis faster than traveling on
horseback, and the men can be trusted to deliver ye without revealing yer whereabouts should anyone question them.”
Rob nodded and smiled for the first time that morning. “Ye have my gratitude, Connor. I know I ask much of ye by keepin’ the
truth from the king—” Connor drew in a deep breath, proving the task would be a difficult one. “—When ye get to England, try
no’ to get into trouble with Tristan, and remember how many daggers Mairi keeps under her skirts.”
Connor laughed, then looked over Rob’s shoulder at Davina. “Keep my cousin safe, and yer heart in yer chest, old friend.”
“I will,” Rob promised, knowing he could accomplish at least one of the two tasks.
I
don’t know which of the two disappoints me more, my lady.” Edward did not look at Davina the entire way back to the camp.
She was thankful he didn’t, for his words and the tone in which he spoke them stung enough. “That you’ve surrendered your
virtue to a man like him, or that you are foolish enough to trust him with your secrets.”
“How dare you speak of my virtue, Edward?” She didn’t realize the snap of her voice until he blinked as if she’d struck him.
In the past she would have felt terrible for speaking so harshly to him, but not now. Not after such an insult not only to
her, but to Rob, as well. She knew she’d been wrong to kiss the Highlander, but God have mercy on her, the sight of his hard
body dripping wet and half naked was impossible to ignore. Still, she could have found the strength to do so if he hadn’t
looked at her with such longing in his eyes… if he hadn’t vowed to find her if she left him… if he hadn’t asked her to trust
him yet again. She had no idea what kind of man her father had planned for her if she lived, but she had known enough men
to convince her that none could ever compare to Rob MacGregor. She wanted to toss her title to the four winds and live a normal,
quiet life with a man who held her as if his very life depended on her. She wanted to be his. Just his and nothing more.
“It disappoints
me,
Edward, that rather than be thankful for all that
a man like him
has done for us, you look down on him as if you were that much better.”
Edward’s eyes finally met hers as they entered the camp. He looked far less repentant than she expected. In fact, the spark
of anger in his eyes made her want to step back.
“Though my faults will no doubt become clearer to you throughout this journey, I will still be at your side, even after he
abandons you.”
Davina blinked up at him, then looked the other way when Finn called her. Out of all the men there, she didn’t want a Stuart
to see her mettle crumble to pieces. She wondered how it was only just now that she realized the full weight of the fear she
had lived with for so long—fear Edward constantly perpetrated. Whatever his motives were all these years, it had stripped
her of so much. With all her heart she wanted to give Rob what he asked of her, her trust. But the truth was too immense.
She had learned well the value of her life as the successor’s heir to the throne. Rob, too, had seen the cost of it on St.
Christopher’s front lawns. Would he be so willing to fight for her if he had to battle more than the Duke of Monmouth’s men?
When he stepped into the camp with Connor, she couldn’t help but look at him. His presence made her nerves tingle with life.
The sight of his sculpted chest, glistening arms, and tight belly reminded her of how capably he’d fought Gilles’s men by
the bridge in Ayrshire. He walked like nothing could stand in his way. He held her, both on his horse and off, like she was
his woman. His kiss made her forget her past and her future.
As he passed her, his eyes, like two fiery jewels, slid to Edward’s and darkened at what he saw looking back at him. Davina
turned in time to catch the challenge in Edward’s gaze and scowled at him. Was he mad? A fight between the two men would surely
end in Rob’s favor. Thankfully, Edward’s confidence of a victory could not hold up against Rob’s and he dropped his eyes to
his boots.
Soon, Davina’s attention was pulled to the men’s cheerful farewells. She was swallowed up in Connor’s surprisingly warm embrace
first. When she faced Colin, she smiled awkwardly. She had shared many late-night talks with Rob’s younger brother, but he
concealed well his impressions of her and her views behind his harshly chiseled features and watchful wolf-colored eyes. As
she expected, he didn’t smile back.
“I’m going to speak to him,” he promised, striding toward her. “And I’m going to discover if he is deserving of yer esteem.”
Davina knew who he meant and nodded. “I pray that he is.”
Miracle of miracles, his mouth curled into a smile that Davina was certain would fell more lasses than Finn’s.
“So do I, fair lady.”
Davina let Finn take hold of her hand when the men finally left, and then she listened to him when he took his place at Rob’s
horse’s flanks and proudly told her everything there was to know about the courageous Captain Connor Grant.
Edward rode at a distance behind them, but Davina could feel his eyes on her, hear his warning in her ear as clearly as if
he was speaking into it.
Say nothing, else he will leave you.
And so, despite the desire to confide her most terrible secret to Rob, she told him nothing as they journeyed to Oban—and
hated herself for it. Oh, when had she become such a self-serving, cowardly wretch? She was afraid he would leave her, but
her fear no longer had anything to do with her safety. She was falling in love with him—hopelessly, maddeningly in love with
him, and the thought of never seeing his face again, never feeling his arms around her, never kissing him again made her ill
with despair. She didn’t want Rob, or anyone else to die because of her, but thanks to her champion’s skill and confidence
she didn’t believe anyone would. It was a weak excuse, that, but convincing herself of it made it easier to remain silent
as they boarded the English ship that would bring them to Sleat.