Page 7 of The Highlander’s Kilted Affair

“Clearly,” Killian said a little sarcastically.

They were now out in the courtyard and making their way to the gates. The huge wooden barriers stood open, guards standing alert as they watched the approaching horses and carriages. There were a great deal of them, but Laird Sinclair led the convoy on his horse

“He looks old,” Audor said quietly.

Benedict caught sight of Laird Sinclair. He had only met the man once, and it had been some years ago, but Audor was right. The man looked like he had aged twenty years. He supposed the death of a beloved wife would do that to a man.

“I’m sorry,” Killian murmured. He was stood at Benedicts left, while Audor remained at his right. By the low tone, Killian clearly did not want Audor to hear him.

Benedict turned and spoke to Killian in equally low tones. “Ye should ken better, cousin. Audor is a loyal man. He values integrity nearly more than any other quality.”

Killian looked subdued. “I ken. I just wasnae thinking.”

Benedict placed an arm on his shoulder. “Listen. Dinnae worry yersel’ about it. Audor willnae hold it against ye.”

“Well,” Audor said. “It looks like I made a good deal after all.”

Benedict and Killian both looked up, for following on behind Laird Sinclair, was a horse and trap with two lasses sitting upon it.

Benedict’s jaw fell open at the sight of them. In fact, he could hardly believe what he was seeing. Could this be? There before his very eyes, was the lass he had kissed in the library. The lass he had been searching for ever since. The lass he had not been able to get out of his mind. She sat next to an equally pretty lass. The only trouble was, he didn’t know which sister was which.

Had he kissed the sister of his brother’s betrothed, or had he actually kissed Lady Evelyn Sinclair, the lass his brother was about to marry?