Saving Grace

The priest had his own motives for wanting Joha

Nicholas let out a sigh. He guessed that when Joha

"Will he leave me alone, Nicholas?"

"Yes."

"You didn't tell him anything about my years with Raulf?"

"No, of course not. I wouldn't break my word to you."

She nodded. "And he knows, for certain, I ca

They'd been over that issue at least a dozen times on the journey up the hills. Nicholas didn't know what more he could say to reassure her. "He knows, Joha

"Why didn't it matter to him?"

"He wanted the land. He's laird now and has to put his clan above his own concerns. Marrying you was simply a way he could achieve his goal."

It was a cold, honest answer. Joha

MacBain had grown weary of waiting for his bride to come to him. He started down the steps just as she nudged her mount forward. He still hadn't gotten a proper look at her, as she was completely covered by a black cape and hood. Her smallness, however, surprised him. He'd expected a much larger woman given Nicholas's size.

Her appearance wasn't important to him. The marriage was a practical arrangement, nothing more. He assumed, however, that because she was Nicholas's sister, she would have the same dark coloring and auburn-colored hair.

He was mistaken. Nicholas dismounted first. He tossed the reins to one of the soldiers and went over to Joha

She was a little bit of a thing. The top of her head only reached her brother's shoulders. Nicholas had his hands on her arms and was smiling down at her. It was obvious he cared a great deal about his sister. MacBain thought his brotherly devotion a little overdone.

While Joha

The Maclaurin men clumped themselves together behind their laird and to the left of the wide steps while the MacBain warriors lined up behind their leader and on the right side. The six steps were filled with curious men in a matter of seconds. They all wanted to see the laird's bride.

MacBain heard the low grunts of obvious approval a scant second after Joha

Nicholas hadn't said a word about her appearance, and MacBain hadn't been interested enough to ask. He now looked at the baron and saw the laughter in his eyes. He knows I'm rattled, he thought to himself. MacBain masked his astonishment and turned his full attention back to the beautiful woman walking toward him.

Lord, she was a bo

Some of the Maclaurin soldiers weren't as disciplined in their reactions as the MacBain was. The two men standing directly behind their laird let out long, low whistles of appreciation. MacBain took exception to their rude behavior, however. He half-turned, lifted each man by his neck, and sent them both flying like cabers over the side of the steps. The other soldiers had to duck to get out of the way.

Joha

"A gentle man?" she whispered to Nicholas. "That was a lie, wasn't it?"

"Give him a chance, Joha

She gave her brother a disgruntled look before turning back to the laird.

MacBain took a step forward. His wolfhound came with him and once again leaned against his master's side.

Joha

Her knees were shaking so hard that she was pleased she didn't fall over on her face.

She heard a loud snort and several grunts while her head was bowed. She didn't know if the noises were sounds of approval or censure.

The laird was wearing his plaid. He had extremely muscular legs. She tried not to stare at them.

"Good day, Laird MacBain."

Her voice trembled. She was afraid of him. MacBain wasn't surprised. The sight of him had sent more than one young woman ru

He was caring now, however. He would never get the woman to marry him if he didn't do something to ease her fear. She kept giving worried glances down at his dog. MacBain assumed the hound also frightened her.

Nicholas wasn't being much help. He just stood there gri

MacBain demanded his assistance by glaring at him. He decided he shouldn't have done that when Joha

"Does she speak Gaelic?"

MacBain addressed his question to Nicholas. Joha

She didn't speak in Gaelic when she answered. Her hands were folded together in front of her. The knuckles were white from her hard grip.

Mundane conversation might put her at ease, MacBain decided. "And how long have you been studying our language?"

Her mind went blank. It was his fault, of course. His stare was so intense, unsettling, too, and she couldn't seem to form a thought. Dear God, she couldn't even remember what they were talking about.

He patiently asked her again. "Almost four weeks," she blurted out.

He didn't laugh. One of the soldiers snorted with amusement, but MacBain's glare stopped him.

Nicholas was frowning down at his sister, wondering why she hadn't told the laird the truth. It had been closer to four months since Father MacKechnie began instructing her. He caught the look of panic in his sister's eyes when she glanced up at him and he understood then. Joha

MacBain decided he didn't want an audience during this important meeting.

"Nicholas, wait here. Your sister and I are going inside to talk."

After giving his command, MacBain moved forward to take hold of Joha

The huge beast growled at her. MacBain snapped an order in Gaelic. The hound immediately quit the low, menacing sound.

Joha

"Your sister and I must come to terms before the priest is allowed here. Your men won't ever be allowed on our land, Nicholas. Have you forgotten my terms? We went over the details when you were last here."

Nicholas agreed with a nod. He couldn't think of anything further to ask.

"Father MacKechnie was very upset over your command to wait below," Joha

MacBain didn't appear to be overly concerned about alienating a man of God. He shrugged. Her eyes widened in reaction. During the three years of her marriage to Raulf, she'd learned to fear priests; the ones she had known were powerful and unforgiving men. Yet MacKechnie wasn't like the others. He was a kind-hearted man who had risked his life to come to England so that he could plead for the Maclaurins.