Page 9 of Laird Of Her Heart

“Aye. And the Camerons all wear blue.”

“It’s hardly the same thing.”

“Is it no’?”

He opened the flap of the tent and she realized with surprise that he’d been leading her back to the camp. She hadn’t even been aware of it. That, if anything, was evidence of how dangerous a man he was.

“Sit down.” He nodded to a chair.

She didn’t care for the thread of command in his tone, so she didn’t comply.

His brow rumpled, as though one of his commands had never been so blatantly ignored. “Sit.”

“You could say please.”

He blinked. “Why would I say please?”

“Because it’s polite.”

“’Tis polite to offer a chair.” His enormous shoulder lifted. “But if you prefer to stand, so be it.” He settled himself into a chair and leaned back with a sigh. He folded his fingers over his middle and looked up at her, though he didn’t have far to look. With him sitting, they were nearly at eye level.

Maggie frowned at him. And at the other chair. And at him again. And then she sat. Not because he commanded it. But because she wanted to sit. That was all.

His smile annoyed her, but at least he tried to hide it. He turned away and poured liquid into two flagons and set one before her.

She glared at it. “What’s that?”

He took a deep draw on his. “Just water.”

“Just water?” She picked up her cup and sniffed, then took a sip. Cool, fresh water bathed her throat. It was beyond delicious. Maggie didn’t think she’d ever tasted anything like it. She emptied her cup and then held it out for more.

As he refilled her flagon, he studied her. “So, lass,” he said. “What is your name?”

It seemed churlish not to respond. He had given her water after all. “Maggie Spencer.”

He quirked a brow. “Maggie?”

“Margaret, really. But no one calls me that.”

“Ah. You were named for the Maid.”

“The Maid?”

“The Maid of Norway.”

Oh. That Maid. Margaret had been the Queen of Scotland. “Sure.” Whatever.

“And from where do you hail, Maggie Spencer?”

“Seattle.”

“Seattle? I’ve not heard of this place.”

“It’s…east of here.” Far east.

“East? But you were found to the south.”

There was no response to that, so she decided to turn the topic. “And your name?” She was pretty sure, but a confirmation would be nice.