Fergus looked down at her, a bemused expression on his face.
“What are ye lookin’ at, little mouse?”
“Ye’re sick,” Jeane fussed, ushering him to the head of the table to sit down. Fergus followed easily enough, letting her guide him.
“I’m nae sick. I’m just tired,” Fergus assured her.
“We had a late meetin’,” Aiden piped up, and Jeane hadn’t even noticed him walking in.
Lottie clearly had, though, looking up at Aiden with the brightest smile Jeane had seen on her.
“Ye havenae slept,” Jeane scolded.
“Nay,” Fergus said, clearly enjoying the attention. “Are ye goin’ to heal me from that, lass?”
Jeane huffed out a breath. “After ye eat, it’s straight to bed with ye.”
Lottie and Aiden both stared at Jeane, as if surprised she was giving orders to the Laird.
Fergus, still looking bemused, just nodded.
Jeane sat down with all the eyes at the table on her.
She didn’t care. Fergus was her patient just like Lottie was after all.
And Jeane did her job well, laird or no laird.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two days later, Fergus came to Jeane’s quarters, opening the door without knocking.
Jeane, startled, sat straight up in bed. She was already dressed, thank the Lord, but what if she hadn’t been?
“Ye could have walked in on me in me underwear,” she said incredulously, and Fergus just stared at her.
“It’s me castle, isnae it?”
Jeane looked away, rolling her eyes.
“I thought ye might want to go for a ride,” Fergus said.
Soon enough, Jeane found herself standing near the stables, watching the stable boy brush and saddle the horses. There wererows of them, and Fergus picked out a black stallion for himself and a gray mare for Jeane.
She was a pretty mare with a long, lustrous mane. Jeane got closer, stroking the horse.
She frowned, her thighs already aching knowing she was about to mount the horse. As pretty as the mare was, Jeane wasn’t looking forward to the ride.
She hadn’t ridden much since they first arrived at the castle, mostly because that ride had been so long, it had hurt her.
“We may need to stock up on supplies,” Fergus said, stretching as if to loosen himself up. “Aiden will take care of Lottie while we’re away.”
Jeane could not help but stare at the way his tunic rode up slightly across his muscled stomach as he stretched.
“I’m nae sure what the last healer left behind,” Fergus continued, and Jeane looked down at her feet so that she would not stare at how his tunic stretched across his broad chest.
What was wrong with her? This man had kidnapped her, and all she could do was stare at his lithe body.
Jeane had never found herself attracted to a man like this before. This was all new to her and a bit unsettling.
