The Wedding (26 page)

As soon as Grace spotted her father striding toward the table, she went running to the opposite end.

Alec took his place at the head of the table. Jamie sat on his left. Brenna let Connor have the stool across from Jamie and took her seat next to him. Grace was the last to sit down. She and her father faced each other at least sixteen stools apart. Once the little girl had scooted the stool up close to the table, she sat down, stacked her arms on the table, dropped her chin down on top, and stared at her father.

Connor barely glanced at Brenna. He did ask her if everything was all right, but she assumed he only wanted to know if she had stayed out of trouble as he had suggested before he left, and she gave him a quick nod in answer.

“Where are your other children?” Brenna asked Jamie.

“Alec gave them permission to stay outside with Gavin and his wife for another hour,” Jamie explained before turning to her husband. “Have you told Connor the news yet?”

“No, I haven't,” Alec replied with a smile.

“Is it good news?” Brenna asked.

“Oh, yes, Brenna,” Jamie answered. “It's very good news.”

“I've just received word, Connor, your stepmother and her son are on their way to your holding. They should reach your land late today or early tomorrow.”

Brenna reacted before her husband did. She was so startled by the announcement, she jumped to her feet, almost upsetting the stool in her haste. “Now? Your mother's coming for a visit now?”

Connor gently pulled her back down by his side. “My stepmother,” he corrected.

“Yes, of course, your stepmother. She's coming for a visit now?”

“Yes,
now
, according to what Alec has just told us. I see no reason to panic. Does this news upset you?”

“No, of course not. I was just taken by surprise to hear that your stepmother could now be waiting.”

“She might not arrive until tomorrow,” Alec suggested.

Connor turned to his wife. “What's come over you? This is good news, not bad.”

“Yes, it's good news,” she agreed. “And I will do everything I can to make her feel welcome.”

“How long has Euphemia been away?” Jamie asked.

“Seventeen years,” Connor answered. “She had only just returned to her relatives to help with an ailing uncle when my father was killed. She couldn't bear to come back once word reached her.”

“You haven't seen her in all that while?” Brenna asked.

“I've seen her several times since then. Three years ago, when Alec and I were settling a dispute near the peaks, we stopped to pay our respects.”

“She was still in mourning,” Alec said.

“She must have loved your father a great deal,” Brenna whispered.

“Of course she did,” he answered.

“She should have moved on,” Alec said. “Grieving for the dead won't bring them back.”

“You would grieve for me, wouldn't you, Alec?” Jamie asked.

“Of course.”

“How long?”

Alec wasn't about to get into a discussion about the length of time he would mourn his wife. He couldn't even think about losing her without feeling sick.

“You will not die on me. Do you understand?” he ordered in a hard, unbending voice.

Only his wife saw the panic in his eyes and hurried to put his mind to rest. “No, I won't die on you. Haven't you forgotten to tell Connor your other interesting news?”

Her husband was happy to accommodate her. He turned back to Connor and explained he had also received news from an emissary sent by a laird living on the border. Connor seemed interested and asked several questions. One topic led to another and another, and it wasn't long before Brenna and Jamie were all but forgotten.

Brenna put her concerns about pleasing Connor's stepmother aside for the moment, though she did say a quick prayer the woman wouldn't arrive before she did. Brenna wanted to get her bearings.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Jamie trying to coax her little daughter to join them. Brenna quickly shook her head at her, for she feared Grace would innocently say something to prick the men's curiosity and inadvertently sway the outcome in Jamie's favor. Thus far, Brenna was winning their wager, as neither brother had said a word about her injury. She gave Jamie a sinfully gloating look before she devoured all the food that had been placed in front of her.

Alec waited until the trenchers were taken away before turning to his wife. “I've been meaning to ask why . . .”

Her laughter stopped him. He waited for her to control herself before he continued. “How can you find my question amusing when you've yet to hear it?”

“Pray forgive me, Alec. What were you going to ask?”

“Why is my daughter sitting all the way down at the end of the table? I can barely see her from here.”

Everyone turned to Grace. The little girl didn't seem to be bothered by all the attention she was getting. She smiled for her papa's benefit and continued to stare at him.

“Brenna, would you like to answer Alec's question?”

“No.”

“You do not deny my brother,” Connor explained.

“She just did deny him,” Jamie remarked before she laughed again.

Brenna believed Jamie's behavior was a direct violation of the rules they'd established because she was deliberately tempting the men's curiosity with her laughter. She wasn't about to let her get away with it. “Jamie, I believe you should go to the kitchens and thank Elyne for this meal.”

“If I leave, you're coming with me.”

“Neither one of you needs to get up,” Connor interjected. “Elyne and two other servants are watching us from the back hallway. You can give them your praise from here.”

“Will you try to control yourself?” Alec demanded when his wife was overcome with laughter again.

Brenna bounded to her feet. “Thank you for this fine meal. Will you excuse me?”

She didn't wait to gain permission. Jamie jumped to her feet next and hurried after Brenna.

Connor heard his wife accuse Jamie of cheating and almost dropped his goblet. He hoped to God Alec hadn't heard the comment. Then, when Brenna stopped in front of the hearth to make the sign of the cross before continuing, Alec was so appalled he knocked his empty goblet over.

Jamie found Brenna's show of respect hilarious. Her laughter followed her out the front doors.

Alec waited until the servants had skirted their way past the table and had hurried after their mistress before turning to Connor.

“We really should be offended.”

“Yes, we should. How do you think Brenna was injured, and why in God's name are the two of them pretending nothing happened?”

“There's only one quick way to find out.”

“How?”

Alec smiled. “Grace?”

“Yes, Papa?”

“Come and sit with your father.”

“When I'm ready, can I come sit with you?”

“You're ready now, Grace.”

The little girl kept her head down and walked as though she were on her way to a bath. Connor winked at her as she passed him.

Alec swept her up into his arms, kissed her brow, and sat her down on the edge of the table. He then ordered her to tell him what had happened.

“The lady yelled at Mama.”

“Her name is Brenna, Grace. Now tell me the truth.”

“She probably is telling the truth,” Connor interjected.

“And what did your mother do?”

“She cried.”

Alec looked at Connor. “None of this surprises you, does it?”

“No.”

“Mama yelled too, Papa.”

“What did you do, Grace?”

“Nothing.”

Alec didn't believe that nonsense for a minute. “What more do you have to tell me?”

“The lady laughed when Mama cried again.” She was so happy she'd remembered, she scrunched up her shoulders with pleasure.

“Connor, I'm going to have to address Brenna's appalling lack of respect for my wife. I mean to talk to her.”

“You will not offend her, Alec.”

“The lady didn't cry, Papa.”

“Is that so,” Alec said.

“Mama put a needle in the lady's head.”

“How did Brenna hurt herself?” Connor asked.

“She fell down the steps.”

“What the hell was she doing on the steps?”

“Connor, you won't get any answers from my daughter by shouting at her,” Alec said. “Remember how young she is.”

“I thought you said this would be quick.”

“The lady Brenna told Mama she was out of her mind.”

“Tell me why she was on the steps,” Alec ordered.

“I love you, Papa.”

The ploy didn't work. Neither did the child's attempt to wiggle out of her father's arms. “Answer me, Grace.”

“She had to catch me.”

Alec could picture in his mind exactly what had happened. Connor was at a disadvantage because he'd left Alec's household long before Grace was born and, therefore, didn't know about the child's history of mischief.

“I still don't understand how Brenna could have lost her footing,” Connor said.

“Grace, tell your uncle how she caught you,” her father instructed.

The little girl was thrilled to have both her father's and her uncle's attention. She put her feet down on his lap, stretched her arms up above her head, and tried to leap up in the air in an attempt to reenact the event.

Alec held on to his daughter and gently forced her to sit back down again.

“You're going to be the death of me, Grace,” he muttered with a shake of his head.

“I know, Papa. You already told me before. Lots of times.”

“She'll be the death of your dear wife too, Laird,” the cook remarked as she hurried back toward the kitchens.

Alec turned to the older woman. “My daughter catapulted herself off that top step, didn't she, Elyne?”

“I didn't see it happen, Laird, but my mistress did tell me Grace came flying down the stairs, and with as much speed as a stone hurling down from the top of a tower. Lady Brenna had to jump up so she could catch her.”

“They both could have broken their necks.”

“Aye, they could have, Connor,” Alec agreed before turning back to the loyal servant. “Explain why our wives don't want us to know what happened.”

Elyne couldn't refuse her laird's command and quickly told him about the wagering.

The brothers weren't at all amused by their wives' bet. They were, however, willing to go along with them.

Jamie and Brenna joined them a few minutes later. Both husbands stood up when the ladies entered the hall, but after being ignored for several minutes, they sat back down. Alec poured wine into their goblets. He downed his drink in one long swallow.

Brenna had already gained Alec's loyalty as soon as she married his brother. She received his devotion the minute he found out she'd saved his precious daughter from a serious injury, and she won his admiration and love when he heard her tell Jamie she must immediately remove the tapestry. Jamie vehemently refused.

“Then at least remove the yellow threads of the halo as soon as possible. You cannot saint William the Conqueror just because you think he should be a saint. It's a sacrilege.”

“William will be a saint just as soon as the church gets around to it.”

Brenna shook her head. “No wonder your husband looked like he was staring at the devil. Why in heaven's name would you hang the former king of England in the home of a Highlander? Even I know he doesn't belong here. You must take it down, Jamie. Good Lord, I've been making the sign of the cross every time I pass in front of him, and if that isn't a blasphemy, I don't know what is. Are there any of your kings you could hang?”

“Why would I want to?”

“Why? Because you're a Highlander, that's why.”

“You don't know, do you? Brenna, I was born in England, raised there too.”

Needless to say, she took the wind out of Brenna's argument with her startling revelation. Jamie laughed over the upset she'd just given her new sister.

“You sound like a Highlander, and no one told me you were . . .” Brenna paused to glare at her husband. “You could have told me.”

“No, I don't suppose Connor would tell you. You might as well accept the fact that men never tell their wives anything without prodding, Brenna. My news should please you, though, not anger you.”

Brenna finally managed to stop frowning at her husband. “I am pleased. No wonder I like you so much.”

“You'll like Mary too. Alec, do you realize how blessed I am? I have a sister on each side of my land now.”

“Aye, you do,” Alec agreed.

“Connor, Brenna must meet Mary as soon as possible.”

“Could we stop on our way home?” Brenna asked.

“It's too late to make another stop,” Connor answered.

Determined not to let him dampen her enthusiasm, she hurried over to the table and put her hand on his shoulder. “Another time then?”

“Yes.”

She patted him to let him know how much she appreciated his cooperation. Alec turned as he stood up so Brenna wouldn't see him smile. He was pleased to see she was affectionate toward his brother, but what made him smile was the fact that he knew Connor was trying not to like it.

Connor shook his head at his brother. “Don't make more of this than it is,” he remarked as he reached around his back to move his wife so he wouldn't knock her over when he stood up.