Taming the Highland Bride (22 page)

“That had not occurred to me. Thank you, Cullen,” Alex murmured, now peering at his wife thoughtfully. He had been so concerned that she might think he had suspicions regarding her being involved in his attacks, he hadn’t even considered what she might have made of this dosing business and whether he would be interested in her that way without it. It was definitely something he would have to see to, however. He wouldn’t have Merry doubting his attraction for her and thinking he’d bedded her only because of some tonic.

The issue made him doubly glad he’d decided to leave Donnachaidh today. He could hardly prove he was attracted to his wife were they forced to sleep apart to ease everyone’s worries and suspicions.

M
erry was thinking of home. She supposed that shouldn’t surprise her since she was on Scottish soil, but what did surprise her was the fact that she was feeling a little blue, and even longing for her childhood home at the moment. After so many years spent wishing and praying to get away from Stewart, it did seem ironic that she was now homesick for the place. But the fact was, at Stewart the only people trying to kill anyone were her father and brothers, and they were only trying to kill themselves. There was no great, incomprehensible plot afoot there, and no one in her childhood home, from her father and brothers down to
the lowliest servant, would ever have even imagined that she might be capable of dosing anyone with something or attempting to kill him…except perhaps for her father and brothers, she acknowledged, but then only under great provocation.

It wasn’t just that, however. While it was troublesome to think that her husband might now suspect her of being behind this ridiculous plot, as Gerhard did, what bothered her most was something Evelinde had said while they’d hugged and said good-bye before leaving. Evelinde had whispered in her ear, reminding her of her request to send Edda away to visit her sister once they’d returned to d’Aumesbery, and then had added, “And never fear, I am sure whatever Alex has been dosed with is not the only reason he…er…likes you in that way. I am sure he finds you attractive.”

Alex’s sister had pulled back to smile at her encouragingly then, but Merry had merely stared back blankly and then allowed herself to be led from the keep. She’d hardly heard a word Evelinde had said as she’d chatted on about the things they would do when next they visited as they’d walked out to the horses. Merry’s mind had still been stuck on her reassurance. Until that moment, it had never occurred to her that her husband’s desire for her might be tonic-induced. Certainly, the night she’d noted that his eyes were dilated, she’d realized that his aggressive behavior was due to being dosed. But surely the other times hadn’t been…Had they? she wondered now with worry, recalling that according to Una his eyes had been dilated for the entire three weeks ere the journey, and yet he hadn’t touched or even
looked at her as he had on this journey. But they suspected the dosage had been increased since then and that this was why he’d acted as he had. Was it only whatever he’d been given that had brought him to her bed? she worried.

“You look very thoughtful.”

Merry glanced up with a start to find that her husband had slowed to ride beside her again. They had started out the journey side by side on their mounts, but she had been so distracted by her thoughts she hadn’t been able to respond to his comments and repeated efforts to strike up a conversation. After a bit, Merry had allowed her mare to fall back some, leaving Gerhard to take her place and talk with her husband. Now, however, Alex had dropped back to ride beside her again, and she forced herself to stop fretting about things she could not control and managed to offer him a smile.

“Does this area look familiar?” Alex asked suddenly, and Merry glanced around, her eyes slipping with little interest over the woods they were traveling through. It looked much like the rest of the woods they’d been passing through for the last hour, she thought, and then noted the hills ahead and stilled in her saddle, her head tilting slightly as she stared at them.

“Stewart.” She breathed the word, amazed to see the place she’d just been pining for.

“Aye.” Alex smiled gently. “I thought you might wish to stop and greet your family and old friends since we were passing so close by. But we can avoid it if ’twould bring up unhappy memories for you.”

Merry smiled at the man, thinking she truly had
a thoughtful husband, and then glanced toward the hills ahead as she considered her answer. Finally, she nodded her head. “If you do not mind taking the time, I would be pleased to check in on my father and brothers on the way by.”

“Then we shall,” he said with a smile, and Merry smiled back, but then glimpsed Gerhard riding on his other side and noted the scowl on the man’s face. It seemed he was not pleased with the stop, and judging by the suspicion on his expression, did not think she should be, either. She supposed she should not be surprised. No doubt he was imagining she had some grand plan to finish off her husband in the familiar surroundings, but there was little she could do about his thoughts, so she merely ignored him and looked toward the hills ahead and home.

The men on the wall were, of course, the first to see their approach, and she noted the way they each stiffened and grew still at their posts as they watched them draw near. Their party was nearly to the wall before the men were able to recognize her riding at the front at her husband’s side, and the difference in them was immediate. They all relaxed, breaking out in smiles of welcome; most even waved and called out.

Merry felt a happy laugh slip from her lips as she waved back, and then they were passing under the gate into the bailey and their party was almost brought to a grinding halt as the people of Stewart rushed forward to greet her.

“Ye’re back!”

“Are ye staying, lass?”

“Ye’re lookin’ fine and healthy, lass.”

“Is this yer man, lovey? He’s a fine-lookin’ maun.”

The calls came from every side, and Merry laughed as she urged her mare to continue slowly forward even as she tried to answer that aye, she was back. Aye, this was her husband, and no, she was not staying, just visiting. The warmth and welcome from the people of Stewart was a balm to her soul compared to the tension and suspicion of the last few days, and it was only then that Merry realized how upset she had been to be under that suspicion. She had understood it, but that apparently hadn’t prevented it from hurting her.

The moment they drew their mounts to a halt at the steps to the keep and Merry dismounted, she found herself surrounded and caught up in one embrace after another by the women who had trailed them across the bailey. Things like “’Tis good to see ye lookin’ so bonnie, lass” and “We’re missin’ ye here at Stewart, my lady” were repeated to her over and over, and Merry would have liked to load every single one of them into her wagon and take them home to d’Aumesbery with her. At least then she would not feel so alone for, despite Una’s accompanying her, it had been a lonely three weeks directly after her arrival in England. She had felt quite lost and alone and had clung to the kindness Edda had shown her. Now, however, she was questioning that kindness and the woman who had shown it and felt she had no ally at all.

Just as Merry acknowledged that thought to herself, Alex suddenly appeared at her side, making his way gently but firmly through the women to get to her and slip an arm around her shoulder. For one
moment, she fancied he looked a little worried, as if he thought she might disappear into the crowd of women and not return, but then he managed a smile and suggested, “Mayhap we should go in now. One of the men said your father and brothers are inside.”

Merry nodded agreement and Alex began to maneuver them toward and up the steps while she apologized and made her excuses for leaving, and then they were inside. The keep doors closed behind them, blocking out the chatter and noise, as well as the sun. Merry and Alex both paused to give their eyes a moment to adjust, and suddenly she was reminded of her arrival at d’Aumesbery, for while she was briefly blind, she was not deaf and heard the men in the room before she saw them. The overloud laughter and slurring words that hit her ear made her heart drop at once, erasing all the pleasure of a moment ago, and Merry mentally raised her shoulders and stiffened her resolve as Alex took her arm and led her slowly, almost reluctantly forward.

As her eyes focused and her gaze landed on the three men seated around the trestle tables with several empty, overturned pitchers lying around them, Merry began to wish she had thanked Alex kindly, but rejected the idea of stopping. In her brief moment of melancholy on the hill, she had remembered only the people who lived and worked here and the good of her childhood home. She’d quite forgotten the three men who had been burrs in her behind since her mother’s death.

She and Alex were halfway across the floor when Merry suddenly found her feet would no longer
move her forward. Alex paused at once, a questioning gaze on his face, and she said unhappily, “Mayhap ’twould be better did we just continue on our journey.”

“I’d say so,” Gerhard muttered behind her, drawing her attention to the fact that they had not entered alone.

Merry stiffened and felt her face flush with shame for her family, but did not miss the scowl Alex turned on the man. His expression was neutral when it returned to her and he said, “If you wish it, Merry. We will do what you like.”

“Aye,” she said solemnly. “I wish—”

“Merry! As I live and breathe! Here we were just talkin’ about ye and ye appear as if by magic!”

Merry’s shoulders drooped at that loud shout from her father, knowing it was too late now and they would have to carry this debacle forward. Taking a deep breath, she turned and forced herself to approach the table as the three Stewart men staggered to their feet to greet them.

“Damn me, Merry!” Brodie greeted. He was the first to reach them and immediately caught her up in a bear hug. “Ye’re lookin’ fine, lass. We’ve been fretting ower that husband o’ yers and how he’s treatin’ ye. Is he givin’ ye any trouble? We can kill the bastard and bury him and his men in Cook’s herb garden and no one would be the wiser.”

Merry forced a smile, treating the words like a joke though she suspected they weren’t. She managed to ease from his embrace as she assured him, “There’s no need fer that, me husband is verra kind to me.”

“Well, that’s all right then,” her father decided as he displaced Brodie to embrace her himself. “We’ll let the lad live then, shall we?”

“Aye,” Merry said firmly, and wondered what madness had made her wish for this visit. Surely this was only going to add to the suspicion the English already had of her. Certainly, Gerhard had an expression on his face that suggested this was nothing less than he’d expected. As for Alex, his face was still in that neutral state and she could not tell what he was thinking.

And then her father was displaced by Gawain, who gave her a quick, hard hug and then tugged her toward the table saying, “Ye’ve got to come celebrate with us Merry. We’ve the most wonderful news.”

“Oh?” she asked wearily as she was urged to sit on the bench.

“Aye,” Brodie assured her as he and Gawain both settled on either side of her at the trestle table. Merry was about to glance around to be sure Alex was still nearby when he stepped up behind her and settled his hands on her shoulders. He then used that touch to urge her to relax back against his legs and use him as a chair back. Merry tilted her face up to peer at him, relieved to find his expression kind, sympathetic, and reassuring all at once as he murmured, “Let us hear this wonderful news.”

Merry had to swallow a lump in her throat, grateful that he hadn’t snatched her back off the bench and run for the door. She would not have blamed him had he done so, and part of her almost wished that he had, but they were her family.

“Kade is a-comin’ home.”

This announcement from her father made Merry whirl to stare at where he stood on the other side of the trestle table. He had a full pitcher of whiskey in one hand, a mug in the other, and a grin on his face full of happy expectation as he awaited her response. She stared at him blankly for the longest time as she tried to accept that the brother she’d begun to fear was dead was not and then finally said, “He isna.”

“Aye,” Brodie crooned, throwing an arm around her and drawing her up against his side in an exuberant, if clumsy, hug that pulled her away from Alex. “He
is
, Merry. Kade is alive and will soon be home.”

“But how?” she asked with bewilderment. “Where has he been? Why has he not—?”

“He was being held captive by one o’ those damned infidel princes,” her father said grimly. “Three years the poor bastard rotted in some foreign cage.”

“Aye,” Gawain said solemnly, but then cheered and added, “But he escaped. There’s no keepin’ a Stewart where they’re no’ wantin’ to be. He escaped and is recuperating with friends. As soon as he’s well enough to travel, he’ll be on a ship home.”

“Recuperating?” Merry asked with alarm, reaching up to cover one of Alex’s hands with her own as she straightened, and his hands settled on her shoulders again. “Was he injured?”

“Nay, nay,” her father assured her, and then admitted with some concern of his own, “At least there was no mention o’ injury. From the letter we received it sounds as though he was weak and half starved is all. He’ll be home soon enough.”

Merry sank back against Alex’s legs and chest as she absorbed this news. Kade lived. All would be well. At least here at Stewart. He would return and take her father and brothers in hand and run Stewart in her place. It would be one worry off her plate, for she truly had been fretting over how Stewart would continue on with three drunks running it, but once Kade was back…Well, this was the best news she’d had since her marriage.

Tilting her head back, Merry offered a beaming smile to her husband. “’Tis good news. All will be well.”

“Aye,” he agreed quietly, a small smile playing about his lips.

“Aye!” Eachann Stewart said gruffly. “’Tis the grandest news imaginable. And surely the two o’ ye will stay to celebrate it?”

Alex glanced to the man, hesitated, and then peered down at Merry, lifting one eyebrow. “Do you wish to stay and celebrate? We could stop the night and continue on in the morning.”

Merry smiled wryly at the offer, knowing he was no more comfortable with the idea than she. Grateful he had made it, she nevertheless shook her head. “I think I’d like to continue our journey. We’ve a long way to go and much to settle at d’Aumesbery.”

Alex nodded and glanced to her father. “I fear Merry is right. We do have to return home. We only stopped to say hello on the way and let you know that we will return for a longer visit another time if we are welcome.”