“I haven’t told ye the proposition yet.”
“Must ye always tease me?” Glynis was so embarrassed she could not look at him. “I told ye the answer is aye. But not now—we must wait until we are certain all the men are asleep so no one sees us.”
Alex touched her elbow, sending sparks of heat up her arm.
“I don’t mean to tease ye,” he said in a low voice that reverberated through her. “And I’m not propositioning ye, if that’s what ye think.”
Heat drenched through her. It was ten times—nay, a hundred times—more embarrassing to say aye to a proposition that was not given, than to one that was.
“Wait,” Alex said, holding her arm as she tried to pull away.
She felt hurt, as well as humiliated, and she wanted to be away from him.
“Glynis, listen to me.” She struggled against him, but he held her in a firm grip. “I do want to bed ye.”
This was too mortifying. “Let me go, Alex.”
He turned her face toward him. “Believe me, I do want ye.”
The roughness in his voice and the heat in his eyes made her feel confused and flustered. Did he want her or no?
“Bedding ye is part of what I’m asking ye,” he said, his green eyes intent on hers. “But it’s no the most important part.”
There was something more important to Alex MacDonald than swiving? Now there was a surprise.
“What else do ye want of me?” She could not think with him so close.
Alex released her and cleared his throat. For a man who was usually so at ease, he suddenly seemed uncomfortable in his own skin. All her instincts were on alert, telling her to be wary. Whatever Alex was about to ask her, he surely did not want to.
“Marriage.” Alex said it on an exhale, as if forcing the word out. “That’s what I’m asking.”
“Marriage?” Glynis could not have been more astonished if a dozen fairies had joined them at their campfire.
“Ye will have to take another husband,” Alex said. “Surely ye can see that now?”
She had been trying to reconcile herself to the notion since discovering that her mother’s family was just as adamant as her father was about seeing her remarried. But it was a bitter medicine to swallow.
“As distasteful as it is to me to wed again, I admit that I may have no choice in the end,” she said. “But you, Alex, ye cannot seriously want a wife.”
“My daughter needs a mother,” he said.
Of course, that was what prompted this. Why had she not thought of it at once?
“Why me?” she asked. “There are plenty of women—including chieftains’ daughters—who want a husband.”
“Sorcha warmed to ye from the start,” Alex said. “She’s become attached to ye, and I believe ye have to her as well.”
An unexpected swell of disappointment filled Glynis’s chest.
“You’d be a good mother to her,” he said.
“And that is the reason ye ask me to be your wife?” Her voice was sharper than she intended.
“We get along well enough.” Alex shrugged and gave her his devilish smile. “Especially in bed.”
“So going to bed with ye would be part of my duties, in addition to playing nursemaid?” she snapped. “For how long, Alex?”
When his eyes darted like a trapped animal, Glynis felt as if her heart were being squeezed by a fist.
