Seton didn’t move a muscle, giving no indication that he perceived the threat. Instead, he gave Robbie a long, steady look. “No. I don’t think I shall. I rather like Lady Rosalin.”
“What do you mean you like her?” Robbie exploded. “Have you forgotten who she is?”
Seton shrugged indifferently. “We have much in common—as you are always pointing out. Or haveyouforgotten?”
“So now you are English?”
“Haven’t you been telling me that for seven years? Maybe I’ve decided to start listening to you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’m done trying to defend my loyalties to you. I’m done trying to prove that the blood I’ve shed over the past seven years is just as Scottish as yours. It means that if I see a lady who has been ripped away from her family and everything she’s ever known, who is scared and needs help, I’m going to try to put her at ease—even if she happens to be English.”
Robbie was so stunned for a minute he didn’t know what to say.
“What is this really about, Raider?” Seton paused, scanning Robbie’s irate face, bunched shoulders, and tight fists. “You know what I think? I think you’rejealous. I think you want her, and you can’t stand it that she might prefer me to you.”
Robbie had never struck his partner before—though God knew he’d been tempted more than once—but he was a hairsbreadth from doing so. He wanted to sink his fist through that knowing smirk so desperately his arms twitched. Mostly because he knew it was true.
Hewasjealous. For the first time in his life the ugly emotion was twisting him up inside, and he couldn’t stop it.
He was attracted to her.
Hell, attracted was putting it mildly. All he had to do was look at her and he was picturing her naked and under him again. Picturing her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as he made her cry out—nay,scream—with pleasure. Aye, the fair Rosalin—the perfect English Rose—screaming his name as he made her come again and again was something he just couldn’t get out of his head. But he’d be damned if he’d admit it to Seton.
“Sod off, Dragon. The lass has obviously identified you as an easy mark, and I’m just trying to make sure you don’t do anything foolish.”
“If being sympathetic to her plight makes me an easy mark, then I guess you are right. The lass needs someone to protect her.”
A fresh spike of rage set his teeth on edge. “Nay, she doesn’t. She has me. I will protect her.”
“Then I suggest you start doing so. Have you taken a look at her and the lad? They are so exhausted they can barely stand. You’ve dragged them halfway across Scotland in less than a day and a half with little food—”
“Whose fault is that?” Robbie snapped.
Seton gave him a look that said he knew very well that Robbie had been touched by her kindness and didn’t begrudge the loss of a meal. “What if one of them falls ill? What will you tell Clifford then?”
Damn it, he wasn’t blind. Seton wasn’t telling him anything he couldn’t see for himself. The conscience he’d unfortunately found tugged every time he looked at one of them. “I don’t give a shite what Clifford thinks, but I was coming to tell you that Fraser has ridden ahead with Keith and Barclay to Kirkton Manor to see about arranging a room for the night.”
The old laird was of unquestionable loyalty, and the accommodation was perfectly situated to ensure she wasn’t tempted to make another escape attempt. Though they weren’t in the forest yet, they were close enough and firmly in Bruce territory, despite the garrison at Peebles Castle a few miles back.
Seton smiled. “Good to know you aren’t a completely unfeeling bastard.”
Robbie’s eyes narrowed, having the distinct feeling he’d just been maneuvered. “Aye, well I might have let you know of my plans sooner had I not been forced to backtrack for ribbon.”
Seton’s grin deepened. “You have to admit, it was rather clever of her.”
A wry smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “Aye, well it’s a good thing Fraser noticed it or we might have led Clifford right to us. I should punish her for it.”
“But you won’t.”
It wasn’t a question. Maybe Seton knew him better than he wanted to think. God knew they’d been partners for a long time. Seton knew more about him than anyone. He frowned. Even more than his brother Duncan had.
“Maybe not,” he agreed. “But I’ll let her think about it.”
Seton laughed. “I don’t think it will work. With all the dark looks you’ve been casting her, the lass is strangely unintimidated by you. Perhaps she knows something the rest of us don’t?”
“I don’t know, Dragon. I think I stopped intimidatingyoua long time ago—or you wouldn’t be such a pain in my arse.”
