Highland Master (9 page)

Still, she had two brothers as well as a father and grandfather, so he suspected that the male anatomy was no secret to her. Her modest demeanor amused him.

Boreas had moved to the water to lap.

“What are
you
doing out so early, lass?” Fin asked her as he pulled his tunic on over his head. Reaching to his knees, it covered him enough for modesty’s sake as he reached for and pulled on his braies. “Methinks your family would not approve.”

“Aye, they would, though,” she said without turning. “I came out to apologize for… for trying to slap you yesterday.”

“Forgive me if I doubt that they even know about that,” he said. “Don’t fret about it, but don’t try it again, either. Such behavior is always unwise.”

His rawhide boots lay nearby, because he had worn them downstairs and across the rocky yard to the shore. But he decided to leave them off. After wearing boots and shoes for so long in the lowlands, his feet needed toughening. Moreover, the boots were still damp from the
day before. Leaving them where they lay, he ignored the pricking of numerous small stones as he walked toward her barefoot.

When she turned at last, her eyes widened. Their pupils expanded so much that her irises looked black rather than golden-hazel.

“God-a-mercy!” she exclaimed. “You are not even… uh… shivering!”

Catriona had not noticed his clothes before he had mentioned them, but she had expected him to have brought his plaid, at least, for warmth. Instead he wore only a thin saffron-colored tunic and thinner linen braies. So he had covered himself from shoulders to knees. But with his body still so wet, the garments hid nothing.

Knowing he could not help but notice where she was staring, and not wanting to reveal how impressed she was with his muscular, well-hewn body, she had hastily commented instead on his lack of reaction to the shockingly cold water.

His eyes twinkled when he said, “In troth, I feared that I had plunged into a half-melted block of ice. But, with exercise, the water soon grew bearable. I felt a current though. How far is it from here to the burn that runs out of this loch?”

She shrugged. “A half-hour’s walk along the west shore. Or one can row there
with
the current in the coble. It would take much longer to return against it.”

“Does the outflow produce a waterfall?”

“Nay, just a tumbling burn that joins the Spey north of here. You must have forded it to get to where I found you, unless you entered the woods from the south.”

“We did come into the Highlands through Glen Garry, but I turned back when my lads and I parted miles north of there,” he said. “I did not realize that I would not find another ford on this side. I do recall fording numerous burns and rivulets, but only the Spey seemed tumultuous enough to produce any good falls.”

“I know of a fine one on the way to Castle Moigh,” she said. “If you should go on to Lochaber from here and take the right path, you will see it for yourself.”

“I still want to see the burn spilling out of Loch an Eilein,” he said. “I like to explore the landscape wherever I am. Will you show me the way after we eat?”

Cocking her head, she said, “You do not need a guide to find that burn. If you just follow the loch shore northward, it will take you there.”

“But your grandfather is more likely to let
you
take the wee coble. I don’t want to have to swim ashore and back again.”

“The distance from the island to the west shore is less than half the distance you swam just now,” she pointed out, meeting his gaze and instantly feeling the same prickling sense of warmth flowing inward that she had felt the day before.

“I’ll need dry clothes when I get to shore,” he said without looking away.

“Then ask a gillie to row you across and collect you when you return.”

“I don’t want a gillie. I’d rather go with a fine-looking lass and her dog.”

Aware that she was blushing but determined to win, she said, “My grandfather would be even less likely to let you take
me
with you than his boat.”

“The Mackintosh kens fine that he can trust me with you, for he said nowt about our being together so long yesterday. He might not be so sure about the boat. Sithee, he kens its size and mine. He’d fear that I’d sink it if I treated it carelessly.”

“He would likewise think a dousing no more than you’d deserve for your carelessness,” she retorted. “It would be, too.”

“Would it?” he asked, stepping closer, and holding her gaze as he did.

Swallowing, feeling new heat surge through her body, Catriona fought to ignore the sensation. When he put a hand on her shoulder, she managed to collect her wits enough to say, “You go to him just as you are, sir. Ask
him
what he thinks of your plan. Even if you change first and dry yourself, you’d best hope that no one who sees us out here tells him how you look now.”

He looked down at himself and chuckled. “You’re right about that, lass. I warrant he’d have a few things to say to me. Still, if he grants us permission, will you walk with me to that outlet?”

“Aye, sure,
if
he gives permission.” As she said the words, she wondered at his confidence. Perhaps he had not taken her grandfather’s full measure yet. But if he thought he could act so audaciously with the Mackintosh’s granddaughter, he would soon learn his error whether the Mackintosh took exception to it or not.

The lady Catriona’s blushes became her, Fin thought. She was enticingly unlike the women he’d met in Rothesay’s company. Most of them were more skilled at the art of
dalliance than Fin had been when he had entered Rothesay’s service.

Before that day, Fin had believed himself
well
experienced. He was three-and-twenty by then and had not lived as a monk. But few would debate the Mackintosh’s opinion that the young Governor of the Realm was a profligate and reckless, withal.

Rothesay was the same age now as Fin had been then, but wherever Rothesay went, he assumed that any female he met would welcome his attentions—that noble or not, married or not, she would welcome him in her bed or elsewhere. So far, he had been right most of the time, even when the lady’s husband chanced to be at home. Such was royal privilege, as Davy Stewart himself frequently declared.

Although many knights who served him were years older than he was, they quickly learned that he did not welcome friendly teasing, let alone warnings away from his prey. But most people liked him despite his behavior. He had inherited all the Stewart charm that his uncle Albany lacked, and more.

That females submitted to Rothesay’s slightest smile had often made Fin wonder at such females. However, he had never professed to understand women. His sisters had been mysteries to him, and by the time he might have been old enough to figure them out, he had left home for schooling at St. Andrews.

Catriona kept silent while he collected his boots, and remained so when the two of them turned toward the castle gateway.

“What are you thinking, lass?” he asked.

“I was wondering what my grandfather might say to you,” she said.

“He will give me permission to walk with you round the loch,” Fin said.

“You are exceedingly confident,” she said tartly.

“Will he have broken his fast yet?”

She glanced up at him. “Do you think I ken his every move?”

“I think that a man who has bells rung to tell people when to eat will likely be most regular in his habits. He did not strike me as a slug-a-bed.”

Her eyes twinkled, and she looked away as she said, “Nay, he is not.”

“Then I will don proper clothing and approach him at his breakfast table.”

They parted at his door, and she went to her room, telling herself that Fin of the Battles was about to lose one and wondering why she felt less than certain of that.

Ailvie awaited her with a fresh kirtle of yellow camlet in hand. “Where ha’ ye been so early, m’lady?”

“Outside, walking on the shore,” Catriona said as she cast off her blue kirtle and accepted the yellow one. “Just brush my hair, Ailvie, and confine it in a net,” she added. “I’ve not yet broken my fast.”

When the maidservant had finished, Catriona hurried back downstairs. Her mother and grandmother were at the high table, as was her grandfather.

Fin entered shortly afterward and paused to speak briefly with one of the gillies before taking his own place.

Noting the speculative look that her grandfather shot him, Catriona suspected that the Mackintosh knew that they had met on the shore.

She settled herself to await events.

As Fin approached the dais, he also eyed the Mackintosh, trying to gauge the older man’s mood without blatantly staring at him.

“Good morrow, my lord,” he said when he reached the dais. “I hope I have not overstepped my role as a guest. I asked yon gillie to fetch me a mug of Adam’s ale instead of the ale and whisky that he said the jugs on this table contain. In my experience, such beverages do naught to aid an aching head. And although mine is fast mending, it does keep reminding me that healing takes time.”

“Sakes, lad, in
my
experience, good whisky will heal aught that ails a man. As for water, for all that they may call it Adam’s ale, it did nowt to keep Adam in his garden, now, did it?”

Smiling at the old sally, Fin said, “As you say, sir. I trust you slept well.”

“Longer than ye did, I’m told,” Mackintosh retorted.

“Then you have heard about my swim,” Fin replied as he sat and his host signed to the gillies to serve him. “Your loch is wondrous refreshing.”

“As was your conversation with our Catriona, I trow.”

“That was also pleasant,” Fin agreed. “She was kind enough to tell me something about the loch, and she agreed to show me more of it. Just nearby and with the dog to guard her, as I am sure you would demand. She did say that we required your permission, sir, but I’d have asked you myself, come to that.”

Mackintosh looked at Catriona. “Be ye willing to take him about, lass?”

Fin could tell that she had not expected the question,
because her eyes widened. She kept them fixed on her grandfather and did not even glance at Fin.

“I’d be fain to show him, sir, if you do approve such a plan. He wants to see the burn that runs out of the loch. We would take the coble across to the landing.”

“D’ye trust yourself not to overturn it with the man and the dog?” he asked. When she nodded, he said, “I did hear that ye’d brought the two of them over in that wee thing. I’ll own I was surprised ye did not sink it. Ye might take one of the bigger boats an ye let a pair of our gillies row it.”