Christine Young
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With her white-gold hair and azure
eyes, Lainie MacPherson is as wild and untamed as the rugged Scottish Highlands
where she was raised. Lainie vowed to avenge her rape. Recklessly, she defies
English laws and the man who raped her puts a bounty on her head. The man who
is sent to bring her to Edinburgh sets a dangerous trap. With nothing left to
live for the beautiful Scottish spy steals the sealed documents the English
soldier has tempted her with.
When the exquisite temptress takes
the bait and runs off with not only the forged documents but the purses of the
men in the tavern, Aaron Slade vows to hunt her down and bring her to justice,
never dreaming she will tame his jaded soul. When Aaron discovers the truth
about the tempestuous woman who stirs his passion to the point of madness, he
dares not love her, but desires her with all his soul.
Ayr, Scotland
1514
Lainie MacPherson let the crumpled wanted poster drop
to the ground. Her stomach knotted and fear snaked down her spine. Beneath the
shadows of the hooded cape she wore, Lainie searched the room for her enemies.
Every man here fit that description.
Forced into a trap of her own making, out of courage,
friendless, and terrified Lainie did the only thing she could think of to bring
the pig Bertram to his knees.
She would steal the temptingly displayed secret
papers that were on the table in front of her. Papers she hoped showed troop
movements--papers stamped with the King's seal--papers she could hand over to
her brother, Hawke.
First Lainie made sure the shadows in the tavern hid
her from view, shrinking into the dark interior, hiding her face with the hood
of her cape. She tried not to stare at the dark-haired stranger who had
absent-mindedly set his jacket and satchel on a table with the documents she
sought poking out almost as if they challenged her with a secret invitation.
The man’s dangerous, dark looks sent a strange sensation of heat coursing down
her spine.
English soldiers like Jericho Manning and Rory Slater
were more dangerous and more terrifying than any highland lass should have to
deal with. To make the situation worse, she didn’t need a dark-haired stranger
to make her fingers shake and her insides quake.
Lainie inhaled a deep steadying breath. Easy, she
told herself. Go nice and slow. The stranger looks half-drunk and the tavern
maid sitting on his lap has all his attention.
"What’s in it for me?" Rory asked Jericho,
his haggard features lighting up with anticipation and snagging Lainie’s
attention.
"Only what Bertram wants to give you
himself." The dark stranger looked at the
English officer. The fingers on one hand tapping the
oaken table top impatiently.
Rory’s toothless grin sent a shiver of fear down
Lainie’s spine.
"Jericho always gives me his left-overs,"
Rory said. “You going to give me this one?”
Rory’s diabolical laughter sealed the darkness in her
heart.
Jericho nodded then leaned forward. "I want the
lass. And I’ll have her before I give her over to Bertram. She’s only a
whore."
Lainie nearly gasped but stopped herself. Courage, Lainie, you’ve been in tighter
spots than this. It was not her plan to give herself away to these men.
She inhaled a long, deep breath once more and reached
for the satchel beneath the soldier's jacket. A few more seconds and all would
be hers. A few more seconds and she would hand the papers over to a friend.
Someone who would carry them to the Scottish King.
She committed no treason here.
She was Scottish to the core.
This was for the good of her country--not England. Besides
she’d already been labeled a traitor by the crown of England. She had nothing
to lose.
If Bertram suffered a set back, his lack of attention
caused the problem.
Aaron Slade let his hands slide up and down the arms
of the lass sitting on his lap while his steely gaze seemed to be riveted on
Lainie MacPherson.
He knew what the young woman was up to before she’d
committed herself to stealing. He had read the determination in the girl's
posture when she backed into the shadow-filled corner of the tavern, pulling
her dark cloak around her slender frame and letting her hood shadow her face.
The combination of steady eyes and slightly trembling fingers had given her
away.
He would make sure neither Jericho nor Bertram could
get their sweaty hands on the girl. He’d heard stories. He believed them--every
word.
Jericho didn’t even realize the girl he sought stood
in the corner. Moreover, Slade didn't mean to tell Jericho. Slade had his
orders. He was to find her and bring her to Edinburgh where she would be tried
for high treason. The charges were lame. Now that he watched her stealing the
phony papers he’d planted in the pocket of his jacket, he wasn’t quite so sure.
The rumors had it that a lot of men had wanted the
lass, but none had gotten her. He’d thought all along Bertram had been one of
those men. A cynical smile shifted the line of Aaron’s black mustache. There
was nothing new in that particular game. Teasing and promising men something
they wouldn’t give was a primal game played by every woman ever born.
But there was something very different about this
woman.
An air of sadness and vulnerability emanated from
her. Aaron methodically lowered his lids when he glanced from the girl who sat
in his lap to the woman whose fingers were closing over the sealed documents.
He couldn't help but stare at her. The woman's eyes were a clear, uncanny blue
that matched the color of the sky on a bright summer day. The few strands of
hair escaping her hood were so blond they were nearly white. The cloak she wore
was plain, but did nothing to hide the lush fullness of her figure beneath the
cloth. The vision he imagined set him to thinking about what it would be like
to unfasten the cloak, strip away all the other fabric covering her and touch
the luminous skin that lay beneath the tattered cloak.
Aaron was irritated at the direction his thoughts
went. He was certainly experienced and old enough to keep sexual need away from
his mission. He had been taught and teased by the most expert females on this
earth. He’d learned more than one lesson at their hands.
Looking at Aaron, Jericho swirled the contents of his
tankard.
"I don’t figure I can trust any man. Who’s to
say that if you find the girl, you won’t want to keep her for yourself,"
he said to Aaron. "She might be worth a damn sight more than what old
Bertie is paying you to bring her to him."
The devil you say," Rory retorted with a smug
grin. "I have it on good authority and knowing old Bertie for years, he
likes nothing better than to share soiled goods. We both know he’s the only one
who can save the girl from a conviction of treason."
Jericho looked coldly at Aaron but didn’t refute
Rory’s statement.
Aaron urged the tavern wench from his lap and kept
his eye lids lowered slightly. He watched the girl, and if he was right, she
was about to dip her hand into the pocket of another man. She had moved from
her spot near his table, using the shadows in the tavern to hide herself. She
brought up a fat purse and slipped it inside a different sack than the one she’d
put the papers she’d stolen from his satchel.
The stories about her were intriguing enough, but it
was the rumors of Lainie MacPherson’s spying that held his interest. To him any
one who could spy on his country was a traitor. But Lainie MacPherson, if she
was anything like her brothers, was Scottish bone deep. To Lainie, what she did
here would not be treasonous because she would be loyal only to the Scottish
King James. In addition, the rumor--the ones of Lainie prostituting herself for
information--didn’t bother him. Women did what they had to do to survive. And
if the rumors were true, he would find a way to enjoy her charms while he took
her to Edinburgh for trial. To him women’s flesh was sweet and soft, but women
were as fickle as newborn kittens. They were far too easily corrupted, and so
many times they turned out to be less than they seemed. He never let any woman
touch his heart.
Silently, Aaron measured the distance between the
door and the MacPherson wench and wondered at the innocence, or was it guilt,
he saw flash in her eyes for one brief moment when she met his glance. From
what he’d heard, the Scottish cause was everything to the MacPhersons. This
would not be the first time they pitted their clan against the English crown.
But this time it was the most foolhardy.
The smile he gave Lainie made her look away. He
watched as her shoulders quivered, and she shrank back into the shadows. He
felt a wave of nausea sweep through him when he thought of Lainie being at the
mercy of a man like Bertie for even a single night, much less until Bertie grew
bored with her and gave her to Jericho and Rory.
Silently, he told himself he would never let her fall
into Bertie’s hands, because he meant to bring her straight to the authorities
in charge. If she were guilty of treason, she would be prosecuted. If she were
not guilty, he would see she was set free and he would personally escort her
home.
For the first time, he felt justified in his mission
and the exorbitant pay he would receive for handing the girl over. If anything,
there was a certain justice in cheating Bertie out of his spoils. He
acknowledged that once he caught Lainie, he would have not only Rory and
Jericho after him, most likely the MacPherson brothers would be on his tail as
well.
A man bumped into Lainie near the door. Aaron thought
he would see her pick this man’s pocket too. The movement was quick. Except for
the slight of hand and Aaron’s vigilance, he would have never seen the exchange
of the satchel from Lainie’s hand to the man's. The document Lainie just handed
over was worthless, but the stolen goods were not. They would find out soon
enough he had baited her, set the trap, and she’d fallen for it. Would he have
Lainie in his possession when that was accomplished? Or would Jericho?
Aaron shifted slightly, not wanting to give Jericho
and Rory any indication that he meant to leave. His hand was on the hilt of his
sword. Silently, he measured the catlike elegance of the girl with the
determined posture and long back. It would not be much longer when Jericho and
Rory discovered their own missing goods.
He rose and walked toward the door, barring her way
if she meant to flee yet he was not sure he would stop her. "You sure you
wouldn’t want to stay a while and keep me company, Miss…what was the name
again?" Aaron asked, though he knew very well.
"’Tis naught your business," she said
softly, lowering her dark sooty lashes as if she meant to flirt. "A
gentleman would not ask a lady he didn’t know."
Lainie MacPherson’s voice sounded calm and
controlled. Nevertheless, he knew she’d been in this position often enough,
that she knew how to handle herself and no longer hesitated, knowing full well
the consequences if she did. In any case, her compliance was not a part of his
plan for her abduction.
Aaron’s instincts kept whispering that this woman was
somehow different from women like Sarah and Anna, unfeeling women who cared
nothing about anyone save themselves and the fortune and titles that could be
gained from marrying into the right families. At the same time, he had no doubt
Lainie MacPherson could kill a man.
"You should take heed," Aaron said softly,
ignoring the other man who had now slipped quietly out the door.
"Remove your hand. sir," she told him
indignantly.
Aaron shrugged, outwardly indifferent, his fingers
settling once more on the hilt of his sword, ever wary of the girl and her next
move.
The tavern’s hush changed into a humming of male
voices as people left their drinks and focused on the pair standing so close to
the door where unbeknownst to them an unspoken challenge had just been issued
by both parties.
The stakes revolved around a woman named Lainie
MacPherson and release from the commission he’d bought so many years ago he
couldn’t remember. As for the bounty, Aaron Slade didn’t care a damn about it.
Aaron was certain he would end up the winner in this
cat-and-mouse game. Besides the obvious, he wondered how the woman with
trembling mouth and steady blue eyes had ended up on a wanted list issued by
King Henry himself and standing in one of Scotland’s most infamous taverns. So
intrigued by her he would move heaven and earth to learn her story.
"I know what you handed over to your
companion," Aaron said with a bit of impatience, trying not to give away
his purpose before it was necessary.
"I don’t know what you mean," she said
softly with a sardonic smile gracing her intriguing mouth.
"You stole something that was mine. I mean to
get it back. You need to remember that England rules this land--all of it."
He inhaled deeply the soft scent of her that seemed to be hers alone. It seemed
to possess all his senses.
Her shoulders stiffened as her gaze raked over him.
"I’m Scottish, and loyal to James," she said, her voice wavering.
"Henry doesn’t rule me or my kin."
"Slade," Jericho said, stepping forward,
"what’s--"
The wolfish smile Aaron gave Jericho stopped him cold
in his tracks.
"Who’s the girl?" Jericho asked pointedly.
"You the sharin’ kind, Slade?"
"No one of interest," Aaron said smoothly
lying to Jericho.
Aaron moved in front of Lainie, blocking the men from
seeing her face and her hair. He didn’t know if they’d recognize her but
something Rory had said earlier made him think Rory at least had met her. Given
a choice, he would have taken her by the arm and escorted her away from these
two cutthroats. Now he didn’t have a choice. He would have to let her go and
hope he could catch up to her.
Lainie could melt into the forest if given a chance.
She knew these lands better than most. And her companions were sure to be
waiting for her a safe distance from the tavern. If her friend wasn’t waiting
for her, where would she go? A sudden and unmistakable sickening feeling swept
through him. Fear for this slip of a woman clouded his judgment.
