In Bed with a Highlander by Maya Banks Page B

without acquiring battle scars. Badges of honor to highlanders. A man without them was considered weak and without courage.
    His hair clung damply to his back and his braids swung about him as he pivoted in the dirt to parry another thrust by his opponent. His muscles strained and bulged as he swung the heavy sword about his head and slashed downward. At the last moment, his opponent threw up his shield, but he still buckled under the blow.
    The younger man went sprawling, his own sword clattering to the ground. He did have the presence of mind to cover himself with the shield as he lay there panting softly.
    The laird frowned but extended his hand down to the younger soldier. “You lasted longer this time, Heath, but you’re still allowing emotion to rule your actions. Until you learn to control that temper of yours, you’ll prove an easy mark in battle.”
    Heath scowled and didn’t look appreciative of his laird’s criticism. He ignored Ewan’s outstretched hand and scrambled to his feet, his face red with anger.
    It was then that the laird looked up and saw Mairin standing there with Christina. His eyes narrowed andshe felt pinned by the force of his stare. He motioned for his tunic, which Alaric tossed to him from the side. After hastily pulling it over his bare chest, he motioned for Mairin to come forward.
    Feeling strangely disappointed that he’d put the tunic back on, she edged closer, all but dragging her heels in the dirt. It was silly. She was a grown woman, but in front of this man, she felt like an errant child about to be called to task.
    Guilty conscience. A good confession would clear that up.
    “Come walk with me, lass. We have much to discuss.”
    She swallowed and snuck a peek at Christina, who performed a curtsy in the laird’s direction before turning and heading back the way they’d come.
    His teeth flashed into a grin. “Come,” he said again. “I don’t bite.”
    The flash of humor caught her unawares and she smiled broadly, quite unaware of its effect on the men who saw it.
    “Very well, Laird. Since you’ve offered me such reassurance, I’ll take the risk and accompany you.”
    They walked from the courtyard and took a path that led up the hillside that overlooked the loch. At the top, the laird stopped and stared out over the water.
    “My son says I have much to thank you for.”
    She folded her hands in front of her, gathering a bit of the material of her gown in her fingers. “He’s a good lad. He helped me as much as I helped him.”
    The laird nodded. “So he told me. He brought you to me.”
    Mairin didn’t like the way he said the last. There was too much possession in his voice.
    “Laird, I must depart today. If you cannot spare a horse, I understand. I’ll leave on foot, though I would appreciate an escort to your border.”
    He turned to her with an uplifted eyebrow. “On foot? You wouldn’t make it far, lass. You’d be tossed over someone’s saddle and spirited away the moment you left my land.”
    She frowned. “Not if I’m careful.”
    “As careful as you were when you got yourself abducted by Duncan Cameron’s men?”
    Heat rose in her cheeks. “That’s different. I wasn’t expecting …”
    Faint amusement glittered in his eyes. “Does anyone ever expect to be abducted?”
    “Aye,” she whispered.
    “Tell me something, lass. You appear to be someone who firmly believes in a promise. I’d wager you expect people to remain true to their word.”
    “Oh aye,” she said fervently.
    “And you exacted a promise from my son, is this not so?”
    She looked down. “Aye, I did.”
    “And you expect him to keep that promise, do you not?”
    She squirmed uncomfortably but nodded even as guilt filled her.
    “As it turns out, Crispen also exacted a promise from me.”
    “What promise?” she asked.
    “To protect you.”
    “Oh.”
    She didn’t know what to say to that. Somehow she had just maneuvered herself into a trap. She knew it.
    “I’d say