“How can you do that? The Laird bade me stay in my chambers until we are to be wed.”
“Aye, but I am yer guard, remember lass? Nay one will question ye getting some much deserved fresh air. I’ll have a bag packed, and we’ll head to me Ma’s cottage. From there, we can easily stock up on provisions and make our way South.”
“Do ye think it will work?”
Aidam looked down at her, her hair was tousled, and her lips swollen from his kiss. He would die for her. He would risk everything.
He did not know if it would work, but he was willing to try. How far Sinclair would chase them to get back his betrothed was unknown. He was not fond of Ellie, not in the least, but his pride could be a vengeful motivator. However, Aidam doubted once they reached the English border, it would matter. A Highlander was an unwelcome sight in England, especially a clan laird. Sinclair would not risk his neck or the neck of his men by crossing into Britain.
As it was, Aidam and Ellie would have to adopt a southern accent. From the border, they could make their way to the coast and book passage to France. There they would be safe.
“Aye, lass, it will work. Now, let’s get yer dress back on ye and get ye to bed.”
“Would it be so bad if I stayed here with you?” she said as she snuggled into him. She was warm and soft, and for the first time in recent memory, Aidam felt as if he were truly home. But no matter how much he wanted to give in and swim in her embrace, he knew they played a dangerous game.
“Lass, ye cannae. But as yer guard, I will be right outside yer chamber the rest of the night.”
“I ken. But soon ye’ll nay so easily kick me from yer bed,” she promised, kissing him playfully on the chest. His heart swelled along with another pesky part of his anatomy.
“Yes, soon.”
