The Highlander’s Desire (THE HIGHLAND BROTHERS #2) by Margo Maguire EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Margo Maguire
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The Minch, just outside Loch Ewe. Summer, 1720.
The sea was calm, but there was enough wind to carry Lachann
MacMillan’s ship, the Glencoe Lass, northward toward the Minch, the sea
that lay between Scotland and the western isles. Lachann’s destination was
Kilgorra, a fertile island at the edge of the Minch that guarded the entrance
to Loch Ewe, and hence the passage to Braemore.
Lachann and two of his kinsmen stood at the bow of the ship and
watched as they approached their destination.
The isle was broad and hilly. The northwestern side consisted of a wall
of black rock on a promontory that rose straight up from the sea. Kilgorra’s
massive castle was situated at its peak, the windows of the keep still dark
without the afternoon sun. The castle’s walls and towers were perfect for
posting lookouts to alert the Kilgorran army and sailors to encroachers.
But Kilgorra had no army, no sailors trained to fight.
Lachann’s cousin and good friend, Kieran Cameron, looked askance at
the land ahead. “Are you sure this is what you want, Lachann? To wed
Laird MacDuffie’s daughter, sight unseen? ’Tis said she is as plain as an
oatcake.”
“Of course he does,” Duncan MacMillan answered for Lachann. “Once
he weds Catrìona, the old laird will make him his heir, and then there will
be no more chance for pirates to attack Braemore lands.”
“Aye, but there is more to taking a wife than coveting her father’s
lands.”
“Oh, aye?” Duncan challenged. “Name one thing.”
“Well you certainly wouldn’t know. You are the—”
“And you have been wed how many times, Kieran?”
“Enough,” Lachann said, ending the argument before it could gain any
momentum. “Braemore needs Kilgorra. Even if the laird’s daughter is a
mud hen, if I must wed her to assure the protection of Braemore, so be it.”
He did not care who Catrìona was, nor had he any interest in her
appearance. He’d learned not to trust his eyes when it came to women. He’d
loved his fair Fiona fiercely, but when Cullen Macauley had arrived on
Skye and paid her father so handsomely he’d not been able to refuse . . .
Lachann’s grandfather might have forbidden him to murder the damned
bleeter, but Lachann had come up with another solution. He and Fiona
could have left Skye, could have left their clans to strike out on their own.
But Fiona would not run away with him. She might have wept while
professing her love for him, but she’d cited her duty to her clan, and she’d
chosen her father’s will over anything she’d felt for Lachann.
That had been the last time Lachann had allowed his heart to rule his
choices.
“Tell me again, Lachann,” Kieran said. “Are you committed to this
marriage? Is there a way out if you . . . Well, if she is too . . .”
Lachann and his brothers had been corresponding with Bruce
MacDuffie all summer. All they needed now was Catrìona’s consent, and,
once given, they would wed as soon as possible.
Lachann had no doubt he could convince the lass to marry him.
“I’m not entirely committed,” Lachann said. “Catrìona must agree.”
“You’ll have no trouble, Lachann,” Duncan said.
Kieran laughed. “Nay. I’ve yet to see you fail with a lass you’ve chosen
to bed.”
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