Page 58 of His Forgotten Highland Bride

“I’m against anything that requires you to be dressed. I like ye just how you are.”

She slid from the bed and went to stand to wash. Eventually, with a loud sigh, Ronan relented and got himself ready.

“It is only because I am so hungry from my exertions that I agree to leave this room.”

She leaned up on her toes to kiss him. “Duly noted, my laird.”

When he was ready, she tucked her hand in at his elbow, and he escorted her into the hall. They made it a few steps toward the dais when someone hooped and started clapping. The rest of the clan shouted and clapped along as well.

Brenna felt her cheeks go red at the attention, but Ronan held his head high with a smile.

“Don’t worry, lass. If you’d like, I’ll tell them how grateful I am to have you in my bed and that wild horses wouldn’t drag me back to France.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she said. “So long as I know you are here to stay, that is all that matters.”

His grin slipped slightly.

“I never should have left ye the first time. I’ve learned my lesson, wife. I’ll never leave you again.”

She hoped that was true.