out of his
chair. “ Now , Lady Emily!”
“Fine! Since you have a need
to obsess, I’ll tell you. Your cat’s a damn pervert!”
All eyes swung to Aedan.
“His favorite pastime is to sit on
the ledge of the tub while I bathe, and I swear-to-God, he watches every
movement I make! And when I step out of the bath to dry off? That
little freak actually tilts his head, the female body of great interest to
him.” Emily’s eyes narrowed. “I warned, if he didn’t stop staring so
hard, curiosity would kill the cat, and what does he do?” Emily threw up
her hands. “Rubs against my wet legs, his fur sticking to—“
Aedan leapt from his bench, bolted
across the great hall, and literally dove out the open door. Unholy
roaring—Broc loudest of all—men surged, ran, and jostled as they simultaneously
attempted to squeeze through the door opening.
“I’m the laird! Get yer’
arses outa mi’ way!”
“Oh my God! They’re not going
to hunt down the poor thing, are they?”
“Oh, aye, mi’ lady. Time the
swine was shown a thing or two ‘bout respect,” Reignsfeugh stated, strutting to
her end of the table and settling in. He too had rushed towards the
double front doors, then had a change of heart. He reached for the
coffeepot, poured himself the dark brew and scrutinized various platters.
“Shame ta’ let all this food and good coffee go to waste.”
Maeve gave a rather loud
‘harrumph’.
“They’re going to teach respect,”
Emily smirked. “To a cat ?”
Coughing and throat clearing, more
men excused themselves, they too rushing outdoors. Emily twisted on the
bench and observed through the massive leaded windows as everyone chased after
Aedan. Looking over his shoulder caused him to stumble. Emily
gasped. She came very close to shouting like a crazed fan screaming for
the touchdown. Leaping up, Aedan tore away from the cursing, fist-waving
lunatics.
“I sure hate to see what you do
about a peeping tom,” she muttered.
“Castration,” Reignsfeugh remarked
casually, stuffing an entire boiled egg into his mouth.
“Now you look like the chicken
about to give birth.”
Egg rocketed from Reignsfeugh’s
mouth, past Emily, and bounced a few times on the floor before wobbling to a
stop. His eyes widened in horror. Emily laughed, wheezed, smacked
the table several times, as if that really ever helped one to cease laughing,
and roared louder when Reignsfeugh attempted to fish the egg from the
floor. At long last, calming herself, mopping her eyes with her cuff, she
avoided looking at Reignsfeugh or she’d be a lost cause, laughter unavoidable
at his expense. There were men still seated at Broc’s table. She studied
them for several seconds, they doing likewise. She couldn’t help but take
note that their hair was similar to her own, very, very white and very long,
though hers went to the backs of her knees, there’s wasn’t far off. Her
aunt had hated her hair. Evil hair , she’d sermonized. But
then, according to Aunt Millie, everything and anything having to do with Emily
was sinful. For a few seconds, here in this massive great hall, even
though she found herself amongst strangers, she felt more a part of the group
than she’d ever felt in her life.
I must be getting my
period. Uber emotional and sappy . Ugh. Next, I’ll cry
and require bucket loads of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy.
His hair had been white as
well. Glowing white. Emily abruptly stood. “Maeve,
I’ll help you clear this mess and then wash—“
“Not today, lass. I ‘ave the
girls from the village ta’ assist me this morn. Garreck has been waiting,
too patient for his own good,” she gave his shoulder a motherly pat as she
passed by. “He thought ye’ might like a tour of the grounds, ta’ stretch yer’
legs, and breathe fresh air.”
Emily nodded, covertly studying
Reignsfeugh while wiping her hands one last time. His
chair. “ Now , Lady Emily!”
“Fine! Since you have a need
to obsess, I’ll tell you. Your cat’s a damn pervert!”
All eyes swung to Aedan.
“His favorite pastime is to sit on
the ledge of the tub while I bathe, and I swear-to-God, he watches every
movement I make! And when I step out of the bath to dry off? That
little freak actually tilts his head, the female body of great interest to
him.” Emily’s eyes narrowed. “I warned, if he didn’t stop staring so
hard, curiosity would kill the cat, and what does he do?” Emily threw up
her hands. “Rubs against my wet legs, his fur sticking to—“
Aedan leapt from his bench, bolted
across the great hall, and literally dove out the open door. Unholy
roaring—Broc loudest of all—men surged, ran, and jostled as they simultaneously
attempted to squeeze through the door opening.
“I’m the laird! Get yer’
arses outa mi’ way!”
“Oh my God! They’re not going
to hunt down the poor thing, are they?”
“Oh, aye, mi’ lady. Time the
swine was shown a thing or two ‘bout respect,” Reignsfeugh stated, strutting to
her end of the table and settling in. He too had rushed towards the
double front doors, then had a change of heart. He reached for the
coffeepot, poured himself the dark brew and scrutinized various platters.
“Shame ta’ let all this food and good coffee go to waste.”
Maeve gave a rather loud
‘harrumph’.
“They’re going to teach respect,”
Emily smirked. “To a cat ?”
Coughing and throat clearing, more
men excused themselves, they too rushing outdoors. Emily twisted on the
bench and observed through the massive leaded windows as everyone chased after
Aedan. Looking over his shoulder caused him to stumble. Emily
gasped. She came very close to shouting like a crazed fan screaming for
the touchdown. Leaping up, Aedan tore away from the cursing, fist-waving
lunatics.
“I sure hate to see what you do
about a peeping tom,” she muttered.
“Castration,” Reignsfeugh remarked
casually, stuffing an entire boiled egg into his mouth.
“Now you look like the chicken
about to give birth.”
Egg rocketed from Reignsfeugh’s
mouth, past Emily, and bounced a few times on the floor before wobbling to a
stop. His eyes widened in horror. Emily laughed, wheezed, smacked
the table several times, as if that really ever helped one to cease laughing,
and roared louder when Reignsfeugh attempted to fish the egg from the
floor. At long last, calming herself, mopping her eyes with her cuff, she
avoided looking at Reignsfeugh or she’d be a lost cause, laughter unavoidable
at his expense. There were men still seated at Broc’s table. She studied
them for several seconds, they doing likewise. She couldn’t help but take
note that their hair was similar to her own, very, very white and very long,
though hers went to the backs of her knees, there’s wasn’t far off. Her
aunt had hated her hair. Evil hair , she’d sermonized. But
then, according to Aunt Millie, everything and anything having to do with Emily
was sinful. For a few seconds, here in this massive great hall, even
though she found herself amongst strangers, she felt more a part of the group
than she’d ever felt in her life.
I must be getting my
period. Uber emotional and sappy . Ugh. Next, I’ll cry
and require bucket loads of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy.
His hair had been white as
well. Glowing white. Emily abruptly stood. “Maeve,
I’ll help you clear this mess and then wash—“
“Not today, lass. I ‘ave the
girls from the village ta’ assist me this morn. Garreck has been waiting,
too patient for his own good,” she gave his shoulder a motherly pat as she
passed by. “He thought ye’ might like a tour of the grounds, ta’ stretch yer’
legs, and breathe fresh air.”
Emily nodded, covertly studying
Reignsfeugh while wiping her hands one last time. His
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