Page 59 of Highlander’s Captive

“I am made of throbbing flesh that wants ye.” His voice shook. Desire and disappointment fought in his gut like fire and ice. “And of blood that boils for ye.”

“Look, let’s go out, take some time for the two of us, and see where this all goes. Okay?”

Okay… That strange word she liked to use.

Nevertheless, he wanted to go to the mountains with her. Aye, he was looking forward to spending some time with his wife. When they’d tracked Elspeth, when he’d watched her do her magic following the signs, he’d forgotten time, and he’d forgotten where he was. He’d enjoyed listening to her and talking to her, and he’d thought he knew back then what she was made of.

And mayhap she was just afraid of her first time.

“Aye, Amy,” he said finally. “Let us ride out to the mountains and have a picnic. Do ye promise ’tis nae a trick?”

“Yes, I promise, Craig.”

He held her in his gaze and breathed out again. His cock was just starting to calm down.

“Then I bid ye good night. I must go sleep downstairs. I canna stop myself again if we’re in the same room.”

Amy nodded, blushing.

“Good night, then,” she said.

With an effort he thought must have equaled raising the stones for the castle, Craig nodded, too, and left.

Chapter 19

“Hold yer stand!” Craig cried the next morning as he came at Killian mercilessly with his sword.

The crisp air of the courtyard was filled with the ring of claymores as three dozen men trained. Craig breathed heavily. The physical activity was the best distraction from the ache he’d had in his loins all night long.

And from thinking of Amy.

Amy, who had made a delicious porridge and added a spoon of butter and honey—just for him.

Amy, who had smiled at him during the whole morning meal.

Amy, who couldn’t have looked more beautiful, with her hair done in a long, graceful plait and her cheeks rosy from sleep.

He shouldn’t have thought about her during training because suddenly wee Killian was the one on the attack.

Bang, bang, bang. Craig blocked the sword left, right, left.

“Good, lad!” he cried, a sweaty strand of hair blocking his vision.

“Argh!!” yelled Killian and launched forward to pierce the space near Craig’s kidney.

Craig barely jumped away in time.

“A rider!” called the watchman above the gate.

Craig glanced up, and earned a hard smack of the flat side of the blade against his shoulder.

“Ouch!” Craig shouted, holding his shoulder.

Then he patted the boy’s head. “Well done, lad. Ye’re goin’ to be a great warrior one day. Find someone else to train with. I need to see about that rider.”

An ear-to-ear grin broke out on Killian’s face. “Aye, lord.”

Craig went to the southern tower to make his way onto the wall, but even before he reached the tower, the watchman announced, “He says he’s a messenger from yer father!”