THE GIFT: A Highland Novella (6 page)

All the same, she was glad Roderick seemed to have slowed their pace. She was not anxious to arrive in Ayr. She was not as confident as she pretended at the prospect of spending the winter in an unfamiliar place where she knew no one, but that was not the sole cause of this unease gnawing in the pit of her stomach. Though she tried to persuade herself otherwise, she dreaded having to part from her Highlander.

She felt safe with Roderick, and no one had made her feel safe in a long time.

The beauty of the Scottish landscape had been lost on her when she was wandering alone, lost and hungry. But now, as she looked at the lush green hills surrounding them, with their streams and endless tiny waterfalls, it seemed to her that each valley they rode through was more beautiful than the last.

“
This rain won
’
t last long,
”
Roderick said when a cold drizzle began to fall.
“
But we can
’
t have ye freezing to death, now can we?
”

He wrapped his plaid around them both and pulled her close. With a small sigh, she leaned back and let herself enjoy this small respite before she was on her own again. She watched the countryside drift by, wrapped in his warmth, as they rode down the rain-sodden trail between ever-taller hills.

Roderick was the sort of man, rare in her world, who would make any woman feel safe. With his ruggedly handsome face and tall, lean, muscular body, he would have no shortage of women eager to share his bed.

But was there one he loved? Not that it mattered. She would never see him again after he left her in Ayr on the morrow.

“
You asked if I have a husband,
”
she said.
“
I suppose you have a wife and a babe or two waiting at home?
”

“
Nay.
”

For no good reason, Lily was pleased by his answer. But his sharp tone also piqued her curiosity.

“
Did ye have a wife once?
”
she asked, taking a guess.

“’
Tis too long a tale,
”
he said in a tone meant to close the subject.

Of course, she was dying to hear it now. Listening to how he had broken some poor woman
’
s heart would remind her that he was like other men. Most likely, he had thrown out his wife for some imagined infraction or because he tired of her.

“
I prefer a long tale,
”
she said, turning on the horse so she could see his face.

“
Ye can
’
t always have what ye want,
”
he said.
“
And sit still. You
’
re bothering the horse.
”

“
I
’
ll be satisfied with the short version,
”
she said.

When he was quiet for a long time, she feared she had ruined the easy rapport that had grown between them. She was about to apologize when he finally spoke.

“
I did have a wife,
”
he said.
“
She left me.
”

What woman would leave him? The only reason Lily could conceive of was that he had been unfaithful. That was the usual cause.

“
Why did she leave?
”
Lily knew she should leave it alone, but she could not seem to help herself.

“
I was gone a long time,
”
he said.
“
She tired of waiting for me.
”

“
Where were you?
”
she asked, and wondered if he
’
d been off drinking and whoring.

“
I was held captive in a Lowlander
’
s dungeon.
”

“
Your wife deserted you while you were imprisoned?
”
She was so outraged she could hardly get the words out.

“
They had me chained to the wall in the hole, so it was some time before I was able to escape,
”
he said, as though he blamed himself.
“
I was gone all winter.
”

“
You
’
re better off without her.
”
Lily turned in the saddle again and rested her hand on his arm.
“
But, Roderick, are you not still bound to this woman?
”

“
Under Highland custom, either husband or wife may quit the marriage at the end of one year,
”
he said.
“
I can have no complaint against the lass. And I don
’
t.
”

He said the last words with force, but Lily did not believe him. His wife
’
s departure had troubled him greatly. He must have loved her.

Did he love her still? The woman was worthless, but as a healer, Lily knew well that neither love nor desire was guided by reason.

CHAPTER 5

Roderick stopped for the night along the shore of the Firth of Clyde long before darkness fell. After snaring a rabbit for their dinner and gathering moss and wood for a fire, he stood at the water
’
s edge listening to the lap of the waves. In the fading twilight, he could see the dark shapes of the cottages of Ayr dotting the coastline to the north. He could have easily reached the town tonight.

But he was not taking Lily to Ayr.

He had a boat hidden in the brush not far from where he stood and clansmen waiting for him across the Firth. The night was cold, but unusually clear for December. He could have sailed across tonight.

But he was not crossing the Firth tonight either.

He needed one night to persuade Lily to go with him to the Isle of Islay. Whether he persuaded her or not, she was getting in that boat with him in the morning.

And if he were honest, he
wanted
this one night alone with Lily. Not that he expected anything from her, though a man could always hope. He could not explain what drew him to her, or why he dreaded leaving her on Islay, where she would be safe and cared for.

He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard, waiting for the Douglases to discover she was English and a lass. One night when he could sit and talk with her by the fire without another soul in sight.

One night when he did not need to pretend he did not want her.

***

“
Cold?
”
Roderick asked when Lily joined him.

Without waiting for her answer, he wrapped his plaid around her shoulders. They stood side by side in comfortable silence for a long while, staring out at the water.

“’
Tis so different here,
”
she murmured, struck by the beauty of the sea and the hills touched by the glow of the sunset. She bent down to dip her fingers in the clear water, which bore as much resemblance to the brown, smelly Thames as she did to this Highlander.

“
It must seem quiet to ye, after your life in London,
”
he said.

“
Aye.
”
She was so accustomed to the ceaseless noise, foul odors, and crowded streets of the city that she never noticed them. When she returned, she would miss the fresh smell of the wind in her face and this soothing silence, broken only by the occasional bird
’
s cry or animal scurrying through the brush.

“
Is it like this where you live?
”
she asked.

“
The mountains are higher, the grass greener, and the sea wilder,
”
he said.

Hard to imagine, but it must be still more beautiful there. She almost wished she could see it.

“
There are more sheep than people,
”
he said.
“
At this time of year, there are no crops to tend to and the winter storms keep the men at home with their families, unless there
’
s fighting to be done.
”

For London shopkeepers, seasons made little difference in their work, and the fighting was drunken brawls in taverns.

“’
Tis no surprise,
”
he added with a chuckle in his voice,
“
that a great many babes are conceived this time of year.
”

His remark made her recall waking in his arms and sent her imagination down a dangerous road.

“
Ach, you
’
re shivering. I
’
ll get a fire started to warm ye up.
”
Roderick put an arm around her and led her to sit on a fallen log.

Lily buried her chin in his plaid and breathed in deeply as she watched him arrange the moss and wood he had gathered earlier. The plaid smelled of earth, wood smoke, and him.

“
I
’
ll clean and cook that hare ye caught,
”
she said, and started to get up.

“
No need.
”
He cocked a smile at her.
“
Or don
’
t ye like my cooking?
”

“
You
’
re a fine cook,
”
she said, feeling useless.

Despite everything being wet from the recent rains, he had the fire burning bright in no time. Then he skinned the hare, fashioned a spit for it from a stick, and set it to roasting over the fire, all with practiced ease and far faster than she could have. She admired such unusual self-sufficiency in a man.

And yet she began to wonder if his wife had left him because she felt unnecessary.

“
You seem to be good at everything you set your hand to,
”
she said.

“
Oh, I do try, lass,
”
he said, and flashed her a look that sizzled hotter than the flames of the fire.

He was clearly referring to more than his cooking skills, and her cheeks flushed. When he turned back toward the fire, her gaze lingered on the strong planes of his face in the warm glow of the firelight. He was the most beautiful man she
’
d ever seen.

Even while simply turning a spit over the fire, there was an untamed quality about him that sent her blood rushing through her veins. When Roderick looked up and caught her staring at him, their gazes locked and held across the fire. The flames licked at the corner of her vision and seemed to heat her from inside.

God help her, this Highlander was like a potent elixir of temptation.

***

After they finished eating, he and Lily sat a foot apart on the plaid staring into the fire, while the tension between them felt like a fraying rope that was pulled too tight. On Roderick
’
s side, it was fraying to the breaking point. He had been tortured by her soft body rubbing against his for two long days on horseback. And last night, he had slept within arm
’
s reach of her, yearning for her.

Unless he was badly mistaken, Lily shared his desire. She had spoken as if she
’
d had many lovers
—
I don
’
t need a husband for
that
—
so there was no reason for them not to indulge in a night of pleasure. Still, Roderick resisted the temptation to pull her into his arms. Lily was dependent on him for her safety, so he needed to be certain she wished to act on the hunger flaming between them.

He ignored the desire pounding through his veins as best he could and set his mind to the subtle battle of persuading her to come with him to Islay.

“’
Tis nearly the longest night of the year.
”
And he knew what he
’
d like to do with it. He took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on his plan.
“
It will be Yuletide soon.
”

Lily looked relieved that he had raised what appeared to be a benign topic.
“
How do you Highlanders celebrate it?
”
she asked.

“
The women make special foods, and we hang greenery about our homes
—
including mistletoe for kissing.
”
He gave her a sideways glance that made her breath catch.
“
Everyone gathers together for days of feasting.
”

“
That doesn
’
t sound so different from how we English celebrate the Advent season,
”
she said.

“
I suspect ye might find some of our other customs barbaric,
”
he said.
“
We
’
re good Christians, but we remember the Old Ways.
”

“
Barbaric?
”
she asked, her eyes sparkling.
“
Tell me.
”

“
We build great bonfires,
”
he said, spreading his arms wide,
“
dance, make music, drink, and listen to long tales.
”

“
I can see you have fond memories of them,
”
she said with a soft expression.

“
Ye should come with me to the Isle of Islay for the Yuletide,
”
he said.
“
The Lord of Isles, the great chieftain of the MacDonalds who rules over all the Western Isles and most of the rest of the Highlands, will be there. The celebrations will be grand, with mountains of food and the best musicians in all the Highlands.
”

Lily met his suggestion with silence and pressed her lips into a stubborn line, but he thought he saw longing in her eyes. He ignored a twinge of guilt over not telling her his true purpose. Whether Lily was destined to be his clan
’
s next seer or no, she would be better off wintering with his clan, where he could ensure her safety.