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Torr appeared to
grow larger before her eyes. He straightened to his full height and looked down
at her, his eyes hard. “I was protecting my king and what is mine.”
She swallowed, his
stare clearly indicating he considered her his. She broke eye contact and
looked past him to find the two men, Beth, Braigh, and Mairi watching them.
Once again, she was the center of attention. Not the right place for a TWI
agent.
Medieval. She
needed to think like a medieval woman. What would Mairi do in this case?
Actually, the poor woman might very well faint.
Though it rubbed
her all ways but the right way, she kept her gaze lowered. “I’m sorry that
helping Ian angered you. I will refrain from doing so again.”
She heard Torr
sigh. “That is not what upset me.”
Daring to look at
him, she hoped her gaze wasn’t too direct. “Then why were you angry?”
He folded his arms
across his chest, usually a common defensive gesture, but one she had begun to
believe was his thinking stance. “I did not like seeing ye in the arms of
another.”
That was blunt and
to the point. “But aren’t you in the arms of another woman every few nights?”
He looked away and
dropped his arms before quickly changing the subject. “I believe food awaits
us.”
“So it does.” She
let her irritation spill into her tone of voice. His double standard grated on
her nerves, but that was according to her own time. She had to stop letting him
get to her. Crouching down, she picked up her shoes and walked barefoot to the
blanket, completely ignoring the hulk strolling beside her.
When she sat on
the blanket, Douglas caught her eye and shook his head.
Oh, go have dinner with Medusa! She took a deep breath to regain some balance.
Torr lowered his
large body next to her. Holding out his hand, he offered her a chunk of bread
and a square of cheese. Reluctantly, she accepted it. Crossing her legs beneath
her, she took a bite. The sharp cheese woke her taste buds and refocused her
thoughts.
He didn’t say a
word as he ate his mutton and bread.
She appreciated
the silence and the food, casting furtive glances at him. The man would
definitely be considered “eye candy” in her age. Broad shoulders with large
muscles in his arms, developed pectorals, and abs women sighed over. While she
had only seen a glimpse of his thighs, she could tell by the bulge of his
calves that they, too, would be solid strength. He was no cover model with his
crooked nose, red-tinged hair, and pure maleness, but he was striking in his
own way. Even more than his giant build, there was a purpose to him that
forewarned he was a force to be reckoned with. She just couldn’t see him dying
in battle.
“Here.” Torr held
out a wooden cup.
She tentatively
took a sip to find it was water. It enhanced the aftertaste of the cheese, one
of the few food items she found palatable. She handed the cup back. “Thank
you.”
His large hand
covered hers but didn’t let go. She looked up at him. His deep blue eyes
crinkled at the corners. “Ye have no need to fear me, lass.”
Maybe not
physically, but definitely emotionally. She liked this big, kind-hearted man,
far too much. His feelings for her, though only interest and lust, were not
good. Better to keep him at arm’s length. She grinned. “I know.”
His brow rose and
arrogance revealed itself once again. “Ye do? Well then, ye also know my bed is
waiting for you.”
She swallowed the
thrill of excitement that ran through her chest and instead focused on her
modern irritation over his lifestyle. Though she tempered it, she wasn’t above
a little sarcasm. “Which night?”
He scowled, his
face taking on harsh lines.
Holy Hamlet, he
looked mean when he did that.
“Lass, you test my
patience.”
“Laird, you test
mine.” She raised her chin just a fraction.
He scowled harder.
Then his face relaxed, and he chuckled. “I think ye will fit into this clan
very well.”
The idea of being
a welcome part of the clan scared the hell out of her. Since her parents’
death, she’d created her own clan, so to speak. She couldn’t become attached to
another, especially not in 1306. She needed to put distance between herself and
this laird.
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