The Curse of Clan Ross
“Ye can go now.”
There was an edge to her new husband’s voice that Jilly didn’t like at all. In fact, she instantly doubted everything she’d seen and heard since she jumped down out of that damned tomb. Whatever was going on here, she suspected she was about to find out. She just hoped that when he’d sent Ivar out of hearing range, her ancient kinsmen had not gone so far he wouldn’t hear her scream.
“But yer lairship, will ye no’ kiss yer bride?”
Observant priest. Could he also observe she was mortified? If someone were playing a joke, at least she could take comfort that not everyone was in on it.
“Ewan, see the father home safe, if ye will.”
“Oh, aye, Monty. I will.” There was a spark in Ewan’s eye and the grin was still stretching his whiskers until they bunched around what must be dimples. “Just as soon as I get a kiss from Lady Ross.”
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