He looked back to the dais, knowing he was glowering but unable to do a damn thing about it.
“Have care, Captain. Glenorchy's son has taken note of your interest in the lass.”
Patrick muttered a curse and shifted his gaze. Robbie was right. He and Campbell had been circling each other for days. But Robert Campbell had the advantage of position, and they both knew it. “Patience is not one of my stronger virtues.”
Robbie lifted a brow as if to question the others, but he refrained at Patrick's black look. Instead he asked, “How much longer do you think they will stay?”
Patrick shook his head. “Who can say? They were only supposed to be here a few days and it's been a week. But for our people's sake, the longer the better.”
“You've sent word?” To Gregor, Robbie meant, warning him of the danger.
“Aye.” His brother would see to it that the women and children were moved to safety, hidden deep in the wild, forbidding hills where only MacGregors dared to tread.
They ate in brooding silence for a few moments before Robbie added, “She won't accept him.”
A wry smile turned his mouth. “I wish I shared your confidence.” Though Lizzie might care for him, she was not as susceptible as he'd assumed. The deeply ingrained sense of duty that he'd come to admire just might prove insurmountable.
Nor had he anticipated competition.
His face darkened as his gaze flickered back to the dais. “She certainly looks to be enjoying herself.”
“Aye,” Robbie agreed. “She looks as bonny as a bluebell in spring. But Campbell's not the one her eyes follow.”
Patrick's jaw flexed. “But she likes him.”
Robbie frowned, not disagreeing. “He's not like his father.”
“Nay, nothing like his father,” he admitted with all the ease of having a tooth pulled. Black Duncan Campbell of Glenorchy was one of the cruelest, most ruthless men in the Highlands—ruthless enough to attack the castle of his own sister. And as much as Patrick would like to say the same of his son, he could not. Robert Campbell was witty, light-hearted, and from all appearances sincere in his attentions to Lizzie. And after watching him practice for a week, Patrick could also find no fault in his warrior's skills. Robert Campbell was a worthy opponent both on and off the battlefield.
She could do far worse.
Like marrying an outlaw—a man with nothing but pride and justice on his side. Marriage to him would be nothing like marriage to Robert Campbell, and the knowledge festered in his gut like a rotten piece of beef.
It was getting harder and harder to ignore the real cost his plan would exact on Lizzie.
It shouldn't be that way.By rights, he should be sitting in Robert Campbell's seat. Never had he so longed for the life denied him. The full force of everything that had been stolen from him hit him hard.
But not Lizzie. He'd be damned if he'd lose her, too.
Lizzie laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks. The room spun around her as she danced and twirled to the point of collapse.
“No more, no more!” she cried, breaking away from her partner. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, she fanned her hand before her face as she fought to catch her breath.
Robert grinned, the dazzling white of his teeth matched by the dancing light in his deep blue eyes. A lock of blond hair fell adorably across his forehead. There was no denying his appeal. He was an incredibly handsome man. She should be giddy.
“But you can't stop now,” he bemoaned woefully. “The reel is not yet over.”
He reached for her hand to spin her back onto the dance floor, but she stepped away playfully, avoiding his capture. “You give no quarter, Robert Campbell.” She put her hands on her hips and frowned at him with mock severity. “Show some compassion for the weaker vessel.”
“Ha!” he exclaimed with a wicked gleam in his eye, taking a step toward her. He was tall and powerfully built, but she did not hum with awareness. “You'll not fool me with such an excuse. I've watched you around here for a week and there's not a weak bone in your body, Elizabeth Campbell.”
She blushed, pleased by the compliment. And even more so because she heard the sincerity behind his teasing.
She looked up, met his gaze, and smiled, realizing how much she was enjoying herself. This past week had been … fun. For Lizzie, being courted by one man was a rarity in itself; two was unprecedented.
Even Colin had been more lighthearted than usual. She'd tried to question him about the disagreement with Jamie that had sent him riding hell-bent out of here a few months before, but Colin dismissed it as only a “misunderstanding.”
Robert Campbell was everything she could have hoped for in a suitor: handsome as sin, intelligent, and charming. A perfect gentleman in every way.
