Page 203 of Wicked Highland Heroes

Rhoslyn snorted. “The ladies’ attention isna’ what she wants.”

“What does she want?” he asked.

“Dinna’ be naive,” Rhoslyn said.

“She does like the attention of men,” he commented.

“And they do no’ mind,” she shot back.

“Lady Rhoslyn, you sound jealous.”

“Jealous? Bah! I am sickened by such behavior. This is our wedding celebration, yet she fawned over ye as if you were a stable boy for the taking.”

“I would not go that far. Though I am pleased you remember this is our wedding celebration.” He navigated around a cluster of men. “Did your cousin remember that as well?”

Rhoslyn snapped her head up to meet his gaze. “What?”

St. Claire looked down at her. “Did he wish you well in your marriage?”

“He isna’ happy with the match.” There was no use denying the obvious.

“He was not happy when I forced him to vacate Glenbarr Castle,” St. Claire replied.

Rhoslyn stopped walking. “Ye forced him to leave? This has been his home for twenty years.”

“Would you have me keep an adder in my home?”

What had Duncan done to reveal his true feelings to St. Claire?

“You are very free with calling my home yours,” she said.

“Our home, then. Would you rather he lived here at Castle Glenbarr?”

The truth was, she wouldn’t. She had never been overly pleased to have Duncan living with them when Alec was alive. But, as he’d said, he’d helped manage Alec’s affairs. Given his hostility toward St. Claire, she would have send him on his way if St. Claire hadn’t.

“He would no’ be happy,” she said.

St. Claire started forward again. He pulled Rhoslyn close and squeezed between two groups of men. “I imagine he would like to kill me.”

Rhoslyn stumbled. His hold around her waist tightened and she caught herself.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Aye.”

“I hit the mark, then?” he said.

“Hit the mark?”

“Duncan wants to kill me.”

It wasn’t a question. The man was too discerning. “If ye suddenly died, he would no’ shed a tear.” Rhoslyn caught sight of Andreana seated at the main trestle table and surrounded by several of St. Claire’s men. “I told ye that I didna’ want your men taking up with my women. That includes Andreana. A pack of your dogs have her cornered.”

He slowed and his gaze shifted to the group. Rhoslyn expected him to shrug off her concerns, but his eyes darkened and he steered them toward the group.

They reached her, and the men stepped back.

St. Claire released Rhoslyn, and said to the men, “You have better things to do than speak with Lady Andreana. Remember that in the future.”