A Highlander of Her Own
One
DUN ARD
SCOTLAND
DECEMBER 1295
The clipped fall of boots on stone sounded loud in the deserted hallways of Dun Ard. Though few would be up and about at this early hour, Caden MacAlister had no doubt his cousin would already be hunkered over the estate accounts in his solar as he was each and every morning. Blane MacKiernan, Laird of the MacKiernan, taught the importance of hard work by setting an example.
Caden paused at the heavy wooden door, unconsciously running a large hand through his tousled dark copper hair as he gathered his wits and his courage. He had considered his alternatives time and again. This must be done.
He rapped his knuckles sharply against the door, the vibrations echoing in his stomach. Or was that simply nerves?
"Enter."
He pushed open the door and approached his cousin's desk. "I've come to a decision and I must speak with you." Quickly. Before he lost his nerve.
Blane looked up from the work spread in front of him, a smile creasing his face. "Very well, Caden. Have a seat and share yer great decision with me."
Caden shook his head, declining the offer to sit. He th ... read full excerpt from: A Highlander of Her Own ebook
