Highland Hellcat(113)

By: Mary Wine

Brina never rose off her knees but felt Connor join her. The priest began their wedding before she heard the people behind them finish surging through the doorway. The priest rushed through the prayers, barely taking time to draw breath in his hurry to pronounce them married. The moment he did, the priest gave a snort that drew a chuckle from her husband. He covered it with a cough as he tugged her down the aisle and out of the church.

“Do nae be so smug.”

He chuckled again. “And why no’? Are ye nae pleased to be my wife?”

Brina cast him a slant-eyed look, enjoying the way he tried to guess what she was thinking. Flirting was definitely something she was going to have to learn about, but she did know a thing or two about teasing, and Connor Lindsey needed to be given back a measure of what he was serving up to her.

“Well… yes… I am pleased about being wed…”

She kept her voice even and dull before lifting her eyelids and fluttering them while her husband frowned at her lack of enthusiasm.

“And what?” he demanded.

“Well, I find myself right pleased to still have my shoes.”

He growled, but it was in jest, because his blue eyes twinkled with merriment.

“We’ll see about what ye have, madam!”

He leaned over and hoisted her over one broad shoulder, to the delight of his clan. They cheered him on as he carried her into the tower and up every single step until they reached their chamber. He tossed her onto the bed in a tangle of robes and braids, and she couldn’t have been happier.

Fate had dropped her exactly where she needed to be.

The End