Taran said, “James Alexander Grant, John Alexander Grant, you are now the new lairds of Clan Grant, based on thedearbh fine’srecommendation.”
The entire table erupted into cheers and smiles.
Jamie looked at his brother and asked, “What have we done?”
Alex and Maddie…
At the end of the table, Alex Grant looked at his wife of more years than he could count and said, “Does this please you, wife?” He kept his voice low so the others would not hear him.
“Aye, Alex, but I’m still surprised you decided to do this. You still have an able mind to lead.”
“Maddie, I must tell you something.” Alex had dreaded telling her this, but he knew it was time.
“What is it?”
“Did you know that all your hairs have turned white? I fear I must have put you through too much with this last injury.”
“What? But I have had a few white hairs for some time now.”
Alex tipped his head, his gaze traveling to the bound hair hanging down her back. “A few?”
Maddie grabbed the bottom of her plaited hair, tugging it over her shoulder and as far into the air as much as she could. She stared at her long tresses for a moment and then whispered, “Why, so it has. Why has no one told me?”
“Because you’re still as beautiful as the day I met you. ‘Tis time for me to spend all my time with you.” He tugged her onto his lap and kissed her.
Taran barked, “Och, for the love of God. Look at the two of them.” He tossed his hands into the air and scurried out the door.
Sorcha
Book 8
Sorcha and Cailean, always a favorite.
Chapter Seventeen
A group of Ramsays make the trek to visit Alex to make sure he’s healing.
Fortunately, Alex continues to improve…
“Nay.” Sorcha was so wrapped up in her own troubles, she hardly noticed the people who had entered the hall until the newcomers were almost upon them.
She jumped to her feet as Uncle Alex made his way over to a cushioned chair by the hearth, assisted by Connor. “Uncle Alex! ‘Tis so good to see you.” She waited until he was seated before rushing over to kiss his cheek.
“Good eve to you, lass. Maddie sends her apologies as she’s in her night rail. In truth, Connor is better at supporting me. From time to time, I still falter.” He motioned for his youngest son to take a seat next to him.
“How do you feel?” Sorcha asked.
“Much better. I’ll not be swinging my sword yet, but I’m improving every day.”
She couldn’t help but smile. His condition was so much better than the stories had inclined her to believe. His voice was as booming and authoritative as ever, and his body was clearly well on its way to recovery. “We have not stopped worrying since we heard the news. I feared the worst, Uncle Alex. I thought…Pay me no mind. Connor, you’re almost as tall as your sire.”
Uncle Alex chuckled. “He’s trying to beat his brothers. Neither has surpassed my height, but Connor insists he will.He’s convinced he has some growing time left. We shall see.” Connor grinned and nodded his head in agreement. “I hear you had a difficult journey and there’s a lad in the healing chamber who is in rough shape.”
“Aye, a mudslide caught my horse, but Cailean went over the side with me.”
Her uncle arched his brow at her.
“He was on a different horse, but his mount was right next to mine. He tried to stop me from going over the embankment—instead, we both toppled over it. He protected me.” She wrung her hands, caught up in the entire event again. She’d never been so frightened in her life.
