“I think they’re going to be quite happy together, don’t you?”
Magnus flexed his hand. God, how he itched to smash it through Sutherland’s gleaming-white sneer!
“Or maybe you don’t want that at all? Maybe you still fancy yourself in love with my sister? Maybe that’s the reason why you never told Gordon about your illicit little romance?”
“Have care, Sutherland. Your friend isn’t here to protect you this time.”
He was rewarded with an angry clench of his enemy’s jaw.
“I wonder whether he’ll still beyourfriend when he hears the truth.”
Magnus was on his feet with his hand around the other man’s neck before he could react. “You’ll keep your damned mouth shut if you know what’s good for you.” He shoved him up hard against a wooden post. “It’s in the past.”
In a move that would have made Robbie Boyd proud, Sutherland pushed up with the back of his arm, breaking Magnus’s hold, and twisted out of the way. “Damned right it’s in the past, and there’s not a blasted thing you can do about it. I’ll bet right now he’s—”
Magnus snapped. He let his fist fly right into the bastard’s sneering grin. He heard a satisfying crunch. The force of the blow would have felled most men, but Sutherland absorbed the shock with a snap of his head and returned the blow to Magnus’s gut with enough force to exact a grunt.
Either Sutherland had become a much better warrior or the drink had taken more of a toll than Magnus realized. Or perhaps both. The result was that in the exchange of blows that followed, Sutherland gave him more of a battle than he expected. It had been a long time since Magnus had brawled with only fists for a weapon, but it didn’t take him long to get the upper hand. He let off a barrage of blows that would have knocked Sutherland senseless if someone hadn’t pulled him back.
“Stop! Damn it, MacKay, that’s enough!”
He was grabbed from behind, an arm around his neck. He reacted instinctively, twisting and intending to use the momentum and leverage to throw the other man over his head, but recognition broke through the haze.
It was Gordon. What the hell was he doing here?
From the look on Sutherland’s face, he was wondering the same thing.
“What is this about?” Gordon looked back and forth between them. His eyes narrowed with an intensity that gave Magnus an uneasy prickle. “Or perhaps I don’t need to ask? If you two want to kill each other, do it someplace else. This isn’t the time.”
He was right. Magnus was ashamed he’d let the bastard get to him. He didn’t try to offer an excuse.
He and Sutherland exchanged a look. Despite his taunts, it was clear Sutherland had no intention of telling Gordon about Helen. His intent had only been to torment Magnus with what he knew.
Gordon looked at them both in disgust. “Leave us,” he said to Sutherland. “There is something MacKay and I need to discuss—alone.”
Magnus suspected Sutherland was more concerned by Gordon’s pronouncement than he let on. But he ceded to his demand with a curt nod to Gordon and a look toward Magnus that promised this was not over.
Magnus poured some cold water into a basin and dunked his face, as much to clean the blood left by Sutherland’s fists as to shock the whisky from his blood. He suspected he was going to need a clear head for what Gordon was about to say.
He wiped the water away with a drying cloth and turned to face his friend.
His trepidation spiked. Now that they were alone, he could see the rare signs of fury in Gordon’s normally cheerful face. Even before he spoke, Magnus knew.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “There was—is—nothing to tell.”
Gordon’s eyes flared with anger. “You didn’t think I might be interested to know that my closest friend was in love with my betrothed?”
“Whatever existed between Helen and me was over before I met you.”
“Is that right?” Gordon challenged. “So you are telling me that you no longer have feelings for her?”
Magnus clenched his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. He wanted to deny it, but they both knew it would be a lie.
Gordon shook his head. “You should have told me. I would have stepped aside.”
“So that she could marry someone else? It wouldn’t have mattered. Her family hates me. You see how well her brother and I get along. I’d rather see her with someone who deserves her. Someone who could make her happy.”
