Highland Warrior Woman (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page A

and didn’t have the skills to deal with the more emotive, gentler sex. Hamish knew he, on the other hand, was seen as the lighthearted, easygoing brother who had lasses throwing themselves at his feet, but he could be just as demanding and dominant as his brothers, if not more so, and had a problem with his temper. Whereas Ewan, however, was a combination of them both. He could be hard yet compassionate when it was warranted, and he had more control over his emotions, making him the gentlest and most diplomatic of them.
    He had a feeling Ewan was going to be acting as the peacemaker as well as a hard taskmaster where Maeghan was concerned. She was going to have to learn to take direction from three very dominant males. The lass was used to having her way, but that was going to change. It had to. He couldn’t let her continually put her life in danger.
    Hamish wondered if they could keep her safe without putting out her fiery spirit. Taming the lass and snaring her heart would be easier said than done.

Chapter Six
     
    “Maeghan!” Hamish bellowed across the hall as she moved toward the large wooden table. “How are ye feeling, sweetling?”
    “I’m well, thank you, Hamish.”
    She had indeed recovered greatly in the sennight since her fall. She had been confined to her bed to heal, which tried her patience. It felt good to be back on her feet.
    “Come and sit down, dearling, and break yer fast.” Ewan rose to his feet. He stepped over the bench seat and clasped her hand then led her back to the table and seated her at the head of the table between him and Calum. Hamish sat to Ewan’s right.
    Maeghan approached, feeling slightly awkward. She had become accustomed to the men’s presence, as they had been regular visitors at her bedside, but that was in the privacy of a bedchamber. There they were just men who entertained her with tales. Here they were powerful men in their own great hall.
    The room was full of the Campbell warriors, and they all seemed to be staring at her. She lowered her eyes and then looked toward Calum. He was frowning down at her with displeasure, and then he turned that frown to his men. The room went silent and the warriors turned back to their food.
    “What will ye have, Maeghan?” Hamish gestured to the breads, cheeses, and fresh-cooked fish on platters on the table.
    “Just some bread and cheese, please.”
    “Do ye want some mead or wine, dearling?”
    “Nay, water is fine.”
    She glanced around the room again and saw no sign of the woman she was looking for. Lilith, the healer, had also visited her regularly, though never alone. One of the Campbells or Gerty always attended the bedchamber when she was near. The hateful looks Lilith gave her made Maeghan unhappy, but she had no idea why Lilith didn’t like her. She had tried to befriend the older woman, but none of her friendly overtures were returned. Having her here might have made for an uneasy meal.
    Hamish handed her a goblet of water and placed a trencher of food in front of her. She concentrated on her meal, feeling uncomfortable in a room full of such handsome, brawny men.
    Whenever the men had sat at her side, each of them touched her constantly. Calum would hold her hand and unconsciously caress her skin. Ewan had taken to rubbing his hand up and down her arms or patting her legs beneath the covers. And Hamish…Hamish often gave her light kisses on the lips and stroked a finger down her cheek.
    She was unsure of her own feelings. Their touch was as welcome as their company, but she didn’t know what they wanted. She might think they were courting her, but Calum had rejected her kisses. Perhaps now his brothers thought to woo her instead?
    I will not have them fighting over me . Then she checked the thought. No man would ever fight over her. It seemed far more likely that Calum had warned his brothers that she was unschooled in the art of kissing and they would stay clear of her.
    Maeghan sighed. Now that she was able