Desired by a Highlander Read online Donna Fletcher (Macardle Sisters of Courage #2)

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Macardle Sisters of Courage Series by Donna Fletcher
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
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He was being good, keeping control of his growing need when he heard her moan softly, and he smiled. He was about to turn her on her back when a sudden rap sounded at the door and he silently cursed whoever was there.

“Wake up, Willow, and you too, Slatter,” Snow called out and Slatter immediately rescinded his curse against Snow. “Sara is fully awake and wants to see you both.”

That had both of them popping up in bed.

“We’ll be right there,” Willow called out and turned to give her husband a jab in the chest. “You better make sure to put out this fire you set in me sooner rather than later.”

Slatter’s smile teased. “Anticipation only makes it better, my love.”

He got another jab in the chest for that before she scrambled out of bed.

“Wait,” Slatter said, laughing and reached out to try and grab her. “I can put that fire out quick for you.”

“It’s burning way to hot,” she said, placing her hand on her naked hip as she turned. “It will take more than a quick poke to extinguish what burns in me.”

The smile Slatter’s laughter had left vanished, staring at the seductive pose his wife had struck, not to mention how much she burned for him. Damn if he didn’t get all fired up.

Seeing the passion that flamed in her husband’s eyes had her donning her garments with haste. If he teased her with playful touches, she’d be lost, and since he looked about to lunge off the bed at her that seemed probable.

“Grandmother waits,” she reminded. “You can finally learn what happened to her.”

That stopped Slatter and dimmed the fiery passion in his dark eyes, though didn’t extinguish it.

Slatter dressed just as hastily as Willow had while she hurried a bone comb through her hair and plaited it with fast fingers. They were done in no time and with the same haste made their way to Sara.

Slatter was relieved to see his grandmother’s head had been elevated on two pillows and her gray hair had been combed and braided. And best of all she had a bit of color to her otherwise pale complexion.

“Slatter,” she said, tears gathering in her eyes as she stretched her hand out to her grandson.

He hurried to her, his hand smothering her fragile one with tenderness as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I knew you’d come and help me,” she said, tears running down her cheeks.

“Always, Seanmhair, I will always be there for you,” he said and kissed her hand. “You are safe now and you have a new home here with me and my wife, Willow.” He turned to his wife standing behind him and Willow stepped around him.

“You feel well?” Willow asked and rested her hand to the old woman’s brow, pleased it held no significant heat.

“Some pain and I fear I have little strength,” his grandmother said.

“Rest and food will help grow your strength and I will give you a brew that will ease the pain some,” Willow assured her.

“I am happy my grandson has found such a good and skilled woman,” Sara said. “I wish you both much happiness. But I don’t wish to intrude on your life together. When I am well I will return home.”

“No,” Willow said before her husband could. “Your home is here with us. You are family. Besides who will help me with the little ones when they come along?”

That brought a smile to the old woman’s face and another round of tears to trickle down her cheeks.

Slatter wiped her tears away with his thumb. “It is settled, Seanmhair. Here you are and here you will stay.”

“You are a good man, Slatter,” his grandmother said.

Willow looked at her husband and tilted her head with a defiant smile, daring him to deny what his grandmother had said.

He grinned that cock-sure grin of his. “You’ve always known me better than I know myself, so I won’t argue with you, Seanmhair.”

Her husband truly could charm, and she’d learned a thing or two from him.

“You’ll have to tell me all about Slatter when he was young. I want to be prepared for when we have a son and he turns out to be just like his father,” Willow said, looking to Sara.

The old woman laughed. “Heaven help you if he does.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Slatter protested playfully.

Sara laughed harder, but it was abruptly ended with a sharp wince, her hand going to her side.

Slatter looked with haste and worry to his wife.

“You still have much healing to do,” Willow reminded, “and rest will help you do that.”

“Before I leave so you can rest and grow strong again, tell me who caused you harm,” Slatter said.

“I don’t know who the two men were. I never saw them before. They burst into the cottage and demanded to know where you were.” She cringed. “The big one pulled out a dagger and threatened me.” She shook her head. “How could I tell him what I didn’t know? He thought a stab to my shoulder might change my mind.”



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