Seducing Her Laird Read Online Free Page A
Author: Hildie McQueen
flower’s descent, and wondered why his heart pounded so hard. What was Meagan thinking, asking if he wished her present?
A soft smile curved her full lips and his breath caught. "Like Bertrice stated, we do not have a happy marriage. You don't hide the fact, which I suppose I should be grateful for. I cannot accuse you of ever leading me to think otherwise."
Why would she think that? Calum's mind whirled. If his wife planned to leave him, he would not allow it. When she began blinking he realized she fought not to cry and he held back the urge to reach for her. "That is not true, Meagan, I..."
"Shhh," she held a finger over his lips. "Our marriage was arranged when we were young, I was a fool to think that because we kissed a few times you cared for me." Meagan pointed to a nearby bench. "It was there, remember? Our first kiss."
Indeed he did, the day he thought himself the luckiest man to have garnered her attention. "Aye, I do."
Once again she was stunning, dressed in a low-cut gown, this one a silky moss green that enhanced her porcelain skin and waist length burnished hair. She looked toward the field. "We should go."
"Meagan," Calum took her hand. Fear clutched his heart and he locked down his emotions. In a tight tone, he managed, "I don't begrudge being married to you. You look beautiful today." He leaned to kiss her lips. At the last possible moment she turned her face and his lips pressed on her jaw.
Calum tensed before straightening. "Shall we." He guided her to the field.
Something was a foot, he'd not lose sight of her and if she and Ian left to be alone at any time, he'd ensure to follow.
He won the competition, edging Dugan by mere inches. It was a surprise as he'd been distracted the entire time. He kept one eye on his wife as she, along with his sister, stood on the sidelines waiting for him to leave the field. Cailyn clapped and waved at him. His clansmen slapped both his and Dugan's backs while he marched toward Meagan.
Ian came up alongside him. "I also gave it a good try, but it seems you always win the prize. Congratulations, cousin." Calum pondered the meaning behind his words.
Meagan neared and kissed his cheek in congratulations rousing more chants from his clan.
Although her eyes were warm at meeting his, she brightened more at noting Ian who pursed his lips. "You are a lucky man indeed, Calum. I for one have developed an appetite." His cousin nodded at Meagan and went towards the keep.
"I must go and see about the evening meal," Meagan turned to follow behind Ian.
"Is the meal truly why you are anxious to go back to the keep? Or is it perhaps that you plan to meet with him in private," Calum snapped, his focus burned on Ian's retreating back.
Meagan's gasp and rounded eyes jerked his attention back. Her hand flattened on her chest, she took a step back. "How dare you," her voice shook. Hurt, anger and disappointment flashed from her eyes. She picked up her skirts and ran.
"What did you do?" His sister neared, her eyes narrowed. "Why are you always so hard, so cross with her?"
Calum clenched his jaw and drew Cailyn from the group. "I merely stated the obvious. My wife hangs on every word Ian expels. Whenever I look, he is around her."
"You are a stupid man," Cailyn slapped his arm. "You rarely pay Meagan any attention. Most of the time you act as if she's invisible." His sister looked toward the garden where Meagan had stopped and now stood, seeming to be at a loss to where to go. "In the two years since you married, Meagan's gone from the bright happy beauty to a sullen, bitter woman."
His sister spoke the truth , yet he did not admit it to her. "And how is this my fault?"
" The blame is solely on your shoulders. You ignore and rarely touch your wife. When is the last time you've stolen her away or paid her a sincere compliment?"
"I told her she looked beautif ul but moments ago," he replied, inwardly acknowledging he'd spoken without emotion.
Cailyn ignored his reply and
A soft smile curved her full lips and his breath caught. "Like Bertrice stated, we do not have a happy marriage. You don't hide the fact, which I suppose I should be grateful for. I cannot accuse you of ever leading me to think otherwise."
Why would she think that? Calum's mind whirled. If his wife planned to leave him, he would not allow it. When she began blinking he realized she fought not to cry and he held back the urge to reach for her. "That is not true, Meagan, I..."
"Shhh," she held a finger over his lips. "Our marriage was arranged when we were young, I was a fool to think that because we kissed a few times you cared for me." Meagan pointed to a nearby bench. "It was there, remember? Our first kiss."
Indeed he did, the day he thought himself the luckiest man to have garnered her attention. "Aye, I do."
Once again she was stunning, dressed in a low-cut gown, this one a silky moss green that enhanced her porcelain skin and waist length burnished hair. She looked toward the field. "We should go."
"Meagan," Calum took her hand. Fear clutched his heart and he locked down his emotions. In a tight tone, he managed, "I don't begrudge being married to you. You look beautiful today." He leaned to kiss her lips. At the last possible moment she turned her face and his lips pressed on her jaw.
Calum tensed before straightening. "Shall we." He guided her to the field.
Something was a foot, he'd not lose sight of her and if she and Ian left to be alone at any time, he'd ensure to follow.
He won the competition, edging Dugan by mere inches. It was a surprise as he'd been distracted the entire time. He kept one eye on his wife as she, along with his sister, stood on the sidelines waiting for him to leave the field. Cailyn clapped and waved at him. His clansmen slapped both his and Dugan's backs while he marched toward Meagan.
Ian came up alongside him. "I also gave it a good try, but it seems you always win the prize. Congratulations, cousin." Calum pondered the meaning behind his words.
Meagan neared and kissed his cheek in congratulations rousing more chants from his clan.
Although her eyes were warm at meeting his, she brightened more at noting Ian who pursed his lips. "You are a lucky man indeed, Calum. I for one have developed an appetite." His cousin nodded at Meagan and went towards the keep.
"I must go and see about the evening meal," Meagan turned to follow behind Ian.
"Is the meal truly why you are anxious to go back to the keep? Or is it perhaps that you plan to meet with him in private," Calum snapped, his focus burned on Ian's retreating back.
Meagan's gasp and rounded eyes jerked his attention back. Her hand flattened on her chest, she took a step back. "How dare you," her voice shook. Hurt, anger and disappointment flashed from her eyes. She picked up her skirts and ran.
"What did you do?" His sister neared, her eyes narrowed. "Why are you always so hard, so cross with her?"
Calum clenched his jaw and drew Cailyn from the group. "I merely stated the obvious. My wife hangs on every word Ian expels. Whenever I look, he is around her."
"You are a stupid man," Cailyn slapped his arm. "You rarely pay Meagan any attention. Most of the time you act as if she's invisible." His sister looked toward the garden where Meagan had stopped and now stood, seeming to be at a loss to where to go. "In the two years since you married, Meagan's gone from the bright happy beauty to a sullen, bitter woman."
His sister spoke the truth , yet he did not admit it to her. "And how is this my fault?"
" The blame is solely on your shoulders. You ignore and rarely touch your wife. When is the last time you've stolen her away or paid her a sincere compliment?"
"I told her she looked beautif ul but moments ago," he replied, inwardly acknowledging he'd spoken without emotion.
Cailyn ignored his reply and
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