Callum’s smirk only widened. “Have ye nae seen a naked man before, lass?”
Her eyes suddenly widened with panic.
Laughing loudly, Callum shook his head. “Daenae fuss, lass, I shall let ye keep yer innocence. I am nae a monster.”
The room suddenly filled with silence as she stopped moving, her wrists going rigid in his hands as she pressed her back against the wall, presumably trying to get away from him. “Fiona will be back soon, ye might want to step away from me, or have ye nae heard the stories?” Her eyes became fierce once again.
“What stories?” He continued to laugh. “Do ye mean the stories of the old witch here in the cabin? I think we can both safely say, lass, that none of those stories is true. Fiona MacRae is a healer; she wouldnae have spared yer life if the stories were true.”
Another blush crept over her cheeks, making her look even more enticing to him as she held her tongue. Her body was far too close to his, and he needed to find out the truth before his desires overcame his fears.
“I will only ask ye one more time, lass. Who are ye, and how is it that ye came to be here with Fiona?” he growled at her, tightening his grip on her wrists.
He had been missing for two weeks, and there was every chance that the men who wanted him dead had sent her as a spy. There was no body for them to find, and that could only mean that someday, the men would return and try again.
Tilting her head defiantly to the side, she locked her gaze on his. “I will give ye me name if ye give me yers first…” she hissed again, rousing his anger.
Letting go of her wrists, he moved his hands up and placed them beside her head, trapping her in a cage built from his muscles.
Her breathing deepened again as she slowly lifted her chin and looked him in the eyes, creating a heated moment between them that made his heart slam against his ribs.
“Ye willnae like the consequences if ye daenae answer me, lass…” His gaze dropped to her lips as his hand came up and gently gripped her chin. “I could break ye with a simple flick of me wrist.” His voice dropped even lower as his lips drew closer to hers.
“Then it should nae matter if ye ken me name or nae,” she breathed against his lips, refusing to back down.
Anger coursed through his veins as he clenched his jaw. Was she playing games with him? And if she was, did that mean that she was truly a spy? He had never harmed a woman in his life, but he would not be able to let her go if she were.
“Tell me yer name!” he finally snapped, pressing his body into hers.
“That is enough!” Fiona spoke up sharply from behind him. “She is nae who ye think she is, me Laird!”
Callum’s brow furrowed as he lowered his hands and backed away from her. “Is she nae?” He turned to Fiona, still not trusting the situation at hand.
CHAPTER THREE
God help me. He is a laird.
The notion caught her off guard. He had been acting so gruff and intimidating that she had never considered him to be a laird.
Eleanor let out a heavy breath, trying to compose herself as the healer distracted him. She had been so close to his naked body, too close for a young woman who had never been touched. Her eyes raked down his body again, taking in the rock-hard muscles of his chest.
Heat crept up the back of her neck again as she quickly averted her gaze. She almost felt as if something were wrong with her. He had been threatening her moments earlier, yet here she was feeling a stirring of something new in the pit of her stomach.
“There is nae use in questionin’ the lass, Callum Fraser. Ye may as well tell her yer name. She dragged ye here out of her own free will.” Fiona shook her head and shut the door behind her.
Outside, the storm was beginning to subside as light rain pelted the thatched roof of the cabin. Only a wisp of a breeze was now shaking the leaves in the canopy.
Callum Fraser? It cannae be.
Her head whipped back in his direction as the healer said his name again. Had she not also addressed him as Laird? Her heart began to race furiously as her mind spun. Was he the man that her brother had gone in search of? And if he was, what did that mean for Andrew?
“Are ye Laird Callum Fraser?” Eleanor asked him boldly, feeling her breath catch in her chest.
Callum turned to her, eyeing her suspiciously as he clenched his jaw. “And what would it mean to ye if I am?” His eyes darkened again.
Heaving a tired sigh, Fiona shook her head and crossed the room to the table in the center. “It is late, can we please sit and discuss matters like sensible people?” She pulled out a chair and sat, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table.
Eleanor stood still, waiting cautiously to see what the man would say.
