She shifted closer to him. “Good mornin’,” she said with a yawn that nearly cracked her jaw.
“I have some good news,” Fergus said, excited to tell her that her friends had come for the wedding.
“Aye?” She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
Fergus smiled at her. “Yer friends have come.”
Jeane bolted straight up. “Me friends? Ye daenae mean?—”
“Laird and Lady Campbell and Annabel.”
“Even Annabel?” she gushed, standing up. “Oh, what am I to wear? I havenae seen me friends in so long.”
“Wear that new red dress I bought ye,” he suggested, even though he knew it would be torture to see her in it. It fit her tightly across the hips and thighs with a plunging neckline.
Jeane looked at him. “Ye ken ye cannae watch me change.”
He grunted. “I’m to be yer husband.”
“But ye’re nae me husbandyet,” she said in a teasing, lilting voice.
“I’ve already seen yer most private parts,” Fergus said in a low voice, stepping closer to her.
Jeane tsked. “Now, now, daenae start with yer dirty talk.”
“It’s nae dirty. Ye taste like heaven,” he insisted, and Jeane smirked up at him.
Jeane was enjoying this. Fergus could tell. He wanted to lean down and kiss that smirk, but she was already scolding him.
“I’ve had me fingers—” Fergus started, and then Jeane squeaked, blushing and pushing him out of her chambers.
“Out!” she insisted, and Fergus obeyed.
Fergus groaned, standing there outside Jeane’s door. He looked across the hall to see that Aiden was doing the same thing outside Lottie’s door.
“Ye better nae have been in there with the door closed,” Fergus warned.
Aiden’s face was flushed, and Fergus was pretty sure he was lying when he said, “Aye.”
But he could not prove it.
Jeane hurried into her red dress with some of the staff helping her button up the back.
She had Mary braid her hair, leaving a few tendrils loose. It had been years since she had seen the trio of girls who had made her childhood bearable, and she was uncommonly nervous.
She walked into the sitting room and saw Annabel standing there first. Jeane’s eyes instantly filled with tears as the raven-haired beauty hugged her tightly.
“I didnae bring a husband if that’s what ye’re wonderin’,” Annabel teased, and Jeane let out a watery laugh.
“I wouldnae imagine any less,” Jeane said with a big smile through her tears.
Annabel hugged her again before Agnes was at her side.
Jeane drew Agnes in.
“I’m so glad ye could make it.”
“Aye, me too. It’s been too long,” Agnes said.
