Maya Banks - Seduction of a Highland Lass

Alaric McCabe looked out over the expanse of McCabe land and grappled with the indecision plaguing him. He breathed in the chilly air and looked skyward. It wouldnt snow this day. But soon. Autumn had settled over the highlands. Colder air and shorter days had pushed in.

After so many years of struggling to eke out an existence, to rebuild their clan, his brother Ewan had made great strides in restoring the McCabes to their former glory. This winter, their clan wouldnt go hungry. Their children wouldnt go without proper clothing.

Now it was time for Alaric to do his part for his clan. In a short time, he would travel to the McDonald holding where he would formally ask for Rionna McDonalds hand in marriage.

It was pure ceremony. The agreement had been struck weeks earlier. Now the aging laird wanted Alaric to spend time among the McDonalds, a clan that would one day become Alarics when he married McDonalds daughter and only heir.

Even now the courtyard was alive with activity as a contingent of McCabe soldiers readied to make the journey with Alaric.

Ewan, Alarics older brother and laird of the McCabe clan, had wanted to send his most trusted men to accompany Alaric on his journey, but Alaric refused. There was still danger to Ewans wife, Mairin, who was heavily pregnant with Ewans child.

As long as Duncan Cameron was alive, he posed a threat to the McCabes. He coveted what was EwansEwans wife and Ewans eventual control of Neamh lainn, a legacy brought through his marriage to Mairin, the daughter of the former king of Scotland.

And now because of the tenuous peace in the highlands and the threat Duncan Cameron posed not only to the neighboring clans, but to King Davids throne, Alaric agreed to the marriage that would cement an alliance between the McCabes and the only clan whose lands rested between Neamh lainn and McCabe land.

It was a good match. Rionna McDonald was fair to look upon, even if she was an odd lass who preferred the dress and duties of a man over those of a woman. And Alaric would have what hed never have if he remained under Ewan: his own clan to lead. His own lands. His heir inheriting the mantle of leadership.

So why wasnt he more eager to mount his horse and ride toward his destiny?

He turned when he heard a sound to his left. Mairin McCabe was hurrying up the hillside, or at least attempting to hurry, and Cormac, her assigned guard for the day looked exasperated as he followed in her wake. Her shawl was wrapped tightly around her, and her lips trembled with the cold.

Alaric held out his hand, and she gripped it, leaning toward him as she sought to catch her breath.

You shouldnt be up here, lass, Alaric reproached. Youre going to freeze to death.

Nay, she shouldnt, Cormac agreed. If our laird finds out, hell be angry.

Mairin rolled her eyes and then looked anxiously up at Alaric. Do you have everything you require for your journey?

Alaric smiled. Aye, I do. Gertie has packed enough food for a journey twice as long.

She alternated squeezing and patting Alarics hand, her eyes troubled as she rubbed her burgeoning belly with her other hand. He pulled her closer so shed have the warmth of his body.

Should you perchance wait another day? Its near to noon already. Maybe you should wait and leave early on the morrow.

Alaric stifled his grin. Mairin wasnt happy with his leaving. She was quite used to having her clan right where she wanted them. On McCabe land. And now that Alaric was set to leave, shed become increasingly more vocal in her worry and her dissatisfaction.

I wont be gone overlong, Mairin, he said gently. A few weeks at most. Then Ill return for a time before the marriage takes place and I reside permanently at McDonald keep.

Her lips turned down into an unhappy frown at the reminder that Alaric would leave the McCabes and, for all practical purposes, become a McDonald.

Stop frowning, lass. It isnt good for the babe. Neither is you being out here in the cold.

She sighed and threw her arms around him. He took a step back and exchanged amused glances with Cormac over her head. The lass was even more emotional now that she was swollen with child, and the members of her clan were becoming increasingly more familiar with her spontaneous bursts of affection.

I shall miss you, Alaric. I know Ewan will as well. He says nothing, but hes quieter now.

Ill miss you, too, Alaric said solemnly. Rest assured, Ill be here when you deliver the newest McCabe.

At that, her face lit up and she took a step back and reached up to pat him on the cheek.

Be good to Rionna, Alaric. I know you and Ewan feel she needs a firmer hand, but in truth, I think what she most needs is love and acceptance.

Alaric fidgeted, appalled that shed want to discuss matters of love with him. For Gods sake.

She laughed. All right. I can see Ive made you uncomfortable. But heed my words.

My lady, the laird has spotted you and he doesnt look pleased, Cormac said.

Alaric turned to see Ewan standing in the courtyard, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl etched onto his face.

Come along, Mairin, Alaric said as he tucked her hand underneath his arm. I better return you to my brother before he comes after you.

Mairin grumbled under her breath, but she allowed Alaric to escort her down the hillside.

When they reached the courtyard, Ewan leveled a glare at his wife but turned his attention to Alaric. Do you have all you need?

Alaric nodded.

Caelen, the youngest McCabe brother, came to stand at Ewans side. Are you sure you dont want me to accompany you?

Youre needed here, Alaric said. More so as Mairins time draws nigh. Winter snows will be upon us soon. It would be just like Duncan to mount an attack when he thinks we least expect it.

Mairin shivered at Alarics side again, and he turned to her. Give me a hug, sister, and then go back into the keep before you catch your death of cold. My men are ready, and I wont have you crying all over us as we try to leave.

As expected, Mairin scowled but once again threw her arms around Alaric and squeezed tight.

God be with you, she whispered.

Alaric rubbed an affectionate hand over her hair and then pushed her in the direction of the keep. Ewan reinforced Alarics dictate with a ferocious scowl of his own.

Mairin stuck her tongue out and then turned away, Cormac following her toward the steps of the keep.

If you have need of me, send word, Ewan said. Ill come immediately.

Alaric gripped Ewans arm and the two brothers stared at each other for a long moment before Alaric released him. Caelen pounded Alaric on the back as Alaric went to mount his horse.

This is a good thing for you, Caelen said sincerely once Alaric was astride his horse.

Alaric stared down at his brother and felt the first stirring of satisfaction. Aye, it is.

He took a deep breath as his hands tightened on the reins. His lands. His clan. Hed be laird. Aye, this was a good thing.

Alaric and a dozen of the McCabe soldiers rode at a steady pace throughout the day. Since theyd gained a late start, what would normally be a days ride would now require them to arrive on McDonalds land the next morning.

Knowing this, Alaric didnt press, and actually halted his men to make camp just after dusk. They built only one fire and kept the blaze low so it didnt illuminate a wide area.

After theyd eaten the food that Gertie had prepared for the journey, Alaric divided his men into two groups and told the first of the six men to take the first watch.

They stationed themselves around the encampment, providing protection for the remaining six to bed down for a few hours rest.