Sleepless in Scotland (35 page)

With that, she was gone.

Triona looked up at Hugh. He was very pale, and thinner, too. The streak of white at his temple was broader and more silver, and she traced it with her fingers.

He captured her hand and placed a kiss on her palm.

“What was that for?” she asked breathlessly.

“It’s for now.” His eyes gleamed with a different kind of fever. “I’ll show you what I have for later, but we’re going to have to wait until our captor has gone to bed.”

She chuckled. “You can’t be ready for such exertions. Mam said excitement was bad—”

“Caitriona, my love, I adore your grandmother, but there are some things she doesn’t know.
You
are the one we need to take care of.” His gaze flickered to the bandage about her head, his eyes darkening with concern. “How is your head?”

“A few stitches and I’m good as new.”

“No headache?”

“Just a little dizzy now and then. It’s
you
I’m worried about. Dougal said you collapsed when you reached the house and didn’t wake until yesterday. He…he said you made the storm stop, and—” A sob broke from her lips.

“Ah, Caitriona, no!” He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “I’m fine!”

She fought not to cry, but couldn’t seem to help it.

“Here, I’ll show you how fine I am.” Hugh pressed her hand to his lap.

Triona managed a watery laugh. “You’re right; you are fine.”

He grinned. “Give me a week and I’ll be back to normal. Last time it took me months to recover.” His lips curved tenderly. “Your grandmother seems to think it’s because of you that I’m healing so quickly.”

“Me?”

“Yes. This time, I had a reason to recover.”

Triona’s heart began to hum. “Oh? And what’s that?”

His smile was devastatingly tender. “I love you, Caitriona. I’m sorry I was so blind to it before. I was just afraid of being hurt.”

“Hugh, I love you so much. I would never hurt you, or the girls.”

“I know that now.”

She touched his cheek. “Do you know when I realized I loved you?” When he shook his head, she smiled. “When I met the girls. I knew then that you were the sort of man worth being with forever.”

His eyes blazed, and he lifted her into his lap and nuzzled her neck, breathing deeply. “How I’ve missed this! Your scent, the taste of your skin…”

She shivered and wrapped her arms about his neck, wincing a bit as she did so.

“Your arm?”

She nodded.

He pulled back her sleeve to reveal a bandage.

“It’s just bruised.”

His arms tightened about her, his voice rough with passion. “I almost lost you. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

She leaned against him. “I know. I feel the same way.”

Downstairs, they heard the rattle of dishes, Mrs. Wallis’s lilting brogue, and the girls chattering excitedly to her as lunch was brought up the grand staircase. Elsewhere at Gilmerton, Angus and Liam polished the silver, and outside, golden horses gathered at a fence and waited for Ferguson.

All was as it should be. Smiling contentedly, Triona snuggled deeper into Hugh’s lap and whispered, “Hold me. For as soon as Mam arrives, I will be told to behave.”

His arms tightened about her and he whispered back, “I’ll hold you forever, my love. And nothing will ever take you from my arms again.”

Table of Contents

Cover

“My lord, there’s been an error,” Triona began.

Praise for TO CATCH A HIGHLANDER

Also by Karen Hawkins

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue