by Terry Spear
“The properties would still be in Elaine’s name,” Cearnach said, frowning.
“Aye, and he could forge the documents, sign them over to himself, and have someone loyal who worked for him as witnesses to the transfer. But he’d have to get rid of the only one who could prove the documents were forged. The lass herself.”
He’d considered that Elaine might have come to harm in meeting with Kilpatrick at the isolated ruins, especially when Kilpatrick thought to have a chunk of her treasure and wouldn’t want to give up a farthing of it. The properties would add an even greater incentive. “You didn’t know about this before you suggested that I mate the lass, did you?” He had to ask. He had to know the truth.
His mother waved her hand dismissively. “Of course not. What do you take me for? A thief? As for you, you didn’t know either, so she won’t believe you married her for her money. Go,” she said flippantly. “I just wanted to let you know you’re a man of many estates.”
“They will be the clan’s. Ian will control them.” As was usual for a pack that worked together as one big family.
“Oh, I know that our kind normally puts all our wealth into one pool of funds. This is different because she has not lived with a pack. He’ll let her keep them for her own, if she wishes it. He’ll want her to be as happy with being with us as we are to take her into the fold. Oh, and Cearnach, I want to see Elaine soon so that we can discuss the wedding.”
He hoped that Elaine would be all right with his mother getting involved with the wedding planning, but he couldn’t be more pleased that she was so delighted that he had mated Elaine.
Then he considered his bothersome ghostly cousin and wanted to put that business to rest as well. “My lady mother, why has Flynn been bothering Elaine so?”
“You know how he is. He either pesters a woman because he likes her or because he doesn’t. He liked Elaine from the start once he heard her speaking about protecting you from Vardon.”
“He was there when you were talking with her?”
“Aye. He was hovering so close that he was giving me chills, though he wouldn’t show himself. Since you are his favorite cousin, he wanted to know if the lass was the right one for you.”
“He didn’t push the mating for some other reason, did he?” Cearnach couldn’t settle his concern that Flynn had been snooping around and learned something related to Elaine. Something that could harm her.
“Perhaps. If so, he hasn’t enlightened me. If he’s going to speak with anyone, it’s usually you. Although he did confide in me that he truly likes the lass.”
“He’s avoiding me. Which isn’t normal. His absence makes me think he’s afraid that I’ll learn the truth about some matter.”
“Nonsense. He wanted you to be happy. That’s all. He could tell you were taken by the lass and he wanted to see the two of you mated.”
Cearnach growled. “He molested her. If I could get my hands on him, I’d show him just how I feel about his touching Elaine twice last night and again this morning.”
“I understand.” His mother was smiling as she looked back to her correspondence. “Go, keep her company. I’m certain she’s anxiously awaiting your return.”
He studied his mother further. He sensed she felt what he did—that Flynn knew something but wouldn’t tell them what. He didn’t think she knew what it was any more than he did.
He shook his head, hurried out of the library, and went to the sunroom where Elaine was watching out the window. He glanced out to see what she was smiling at. Heather and Shelley walking the dogs.
“The poodles are beautiful,” she said. Then she looked up at Cearnach and smiled. “What would your mother have done if I said I owned a pair of dachshunds?”
He laughed and walked her outside the keep and onto the path to the kennels, pulling her close, trying to keep her warm in the chilly breeze. At least it wasn’t raining today, though dark clouds melded together in a fluffy gray blanket covering the sky. “My mother would have loved them.” He looked down at Elaine. “You don’t really have dogs, do you?”
She laughed. “No. Though Shelley said something about Julia falling in love with the wolfhound pups and having a hard time letting Ian sell them. Maybe I could have one of those for my own?”
Cearnach shook his head. “Ian will have a fit.”
She frowned up at him.
He smiled. “But for you, I will ensure you have your pick.”
She beamed up at him. “What if I can’t choose? And I want more than one?”
He laughed. “That’s why we have so many wolfhounds already.”
Cearnach thought again about Flynn. He couldn’t rid himself of the notion that something more was going on here.
“Lass, I wonder, could there be any other reason Robert Kilpatrick wanted you to meet him here at the ruins? Did you know you have holdings in Scotland?”
Chapter 19
Speculating about how deeply Cearnach was becoming involved with Elaine, Ian took a small force of men for protection as he and Julia rode their horses through the Caledonian Forest. The cool autumn breeze flowed through the pine trees, scenting the air. He glanced at Julia, finally comfortable with riding a horse.
She had wanted to get away from the castle and think about a new scene in the latest werewolf romance novel she was writing. He’d do whatever was needed to please his mate—even wear blue jeans and a black Stetson hat, which still didn’t feel quite right. He thought she was thinking about her book until she spoke.
“I overheard your mother talking to Cearnach about Elaine and how she wanted him to mate with her.”
Ian frowned. Not because she’d overheard his mother and Cearnach’s conversation, but because of the gist of it and that Cearnach hadn’t said a word to him about it.
“What did she say?”
“Something about stolen goods that would be part of your pack’s holdings instead of Kilpatrick’s.”
“Stolen goods?” Ian rode on, pondering that. “What did Cearnach say?”
Julia scowled at Ian. “You can’t be serious, Ian. Cearnach can’t take Elaine as his mate based on such a thing.”
“Julia, sweeting, you must realize that none of us listen to my mother when she’s on one of her crusades. I still want to know how Cearnach responded.”
“He didn’t stand up to your mother!”
“That’s not his way. He might appease her, smile sweetly, act as though he agrees, and try to talk some sense into her, but he’ll ultimately do what is right.”
Julia didn’t say anything as the horses’ hooves clip-clopped on the leaf-littered ground.
“So what did he do?”
“He did just what you said he would do,” Julia retorted.
Ian gave a muffled laugh. “Cearnach is a diplomat. He always does what’s right, even if it doesn’t seem so at the time.”
“You mean like attending Calla’s wedding?”
“Aye. See what a mess that’s become? Yet he had to do it for Calla’s sake. Now she’s seen the light and left Baird McKinley. Cearnach did what was right, what he had to do.” He glanced at Julia and studied the way the breeze caught her red hair, the way it caressed her cheeks, and was ready to take her back to bed with him.
He drew close to Julia’s horse, leaned over, and lifted her from her saddle. She gasped in surprise. He set her on his lap, and she smiled up at him. “You should have warned me you were going to do that.”
“You should have been listening to me. I am the laird, you know.”
“A sexy one at that.” She kissed his mouth with tenderness, then longing and passion.
“We return to Argent Castle.” He took her horse’s reins and rode back toward the keep. Had it not been for the recent trouble with the McKinleys and Kilpatricks, he would have made love to Julia in the woods. “They will be all right, Julia. Both Elaine and Cearnach,” he reassured her.
“I hope so. I like her. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone stand up to your mother the way
she did. And Cearnach is more than fond of her.”
Ian sighed, knowing just where this was headed with his brother. He approved, but he wished Cearnach would tell him that it was done. The sooner, the better.
* * *
Before Cearnach and Elaine walked through the outer bailey heading toward the kennels, Elaine asked him, “What do you mean I have properties in Scotland? How do you know?”
“I did some checking into Senton Castle’s ownership some years ago. A man by the name of Hans Hawthorn III, owned it. You mentioned to Robert McKinley that Hans was your father?”
Her lips parted as tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded. “My father,” she choked out. Then her eyes widened as realization dawned. “My father owned it?”
“Aye. So that is why you’re the owner of the castle. Not the Kilpatricks and McKinleys, though they lived there for many years.”
“It’s now in ruins.” Then she added wistfully, “But so beautiful. I can’t believe it’s mine. I wonder why he and my mother left there.”
“I don’t know. It’s something we can check into. As far as the other properties that are in your name, we don’t have the details yet.”
He quickly told her what he knew, which was very little. “We haven’t any idea of their value. Ian is contacting your solicitor about them, and we’ll learn the details as soon as we can.” Cearnach changed direction on the subject, still concerned about Kilpatrick’s bid to meet up with her. “What if Kilpatrick learned of these properties and thought somehow to take them from you?”
Frowning, she walked with Cearnach outside. “It’s possible, I suppose. It would make sense as to why he wanted me to meet with him. That it was about more than a treasure that might not be all that valuable.” She continued walking in silence for a few steps, then asked, “Why didn’t I know about the properties all these years?”
Before Cearnach could speculate, she shook her head and answered her own question. “I changed my identity after I sold off my parents’ estates. Some of Rafferty’s pirate crew still thought to make me part of the bounty that they received after murdering Rafferty. I knew Rafferty was dead, yet I kept looking over my shoulder, worried that he’d come back for me.
“He did, you know. Not after he died, of course, but before that. His ship would be a month late in returning, and I’d be so hopeful he’d died, and then when I thought I might be free, he’d return. So that’s the way I felt. That I’d be shopping at market, I’d turn, and there he’d be, that menacing, cruel grin on his face, his eyes locked onto mine, telling me to get home before he even spoke a word.
“I kept moving, reinventing myself over the years. I had to anyway since I didn’t have a wolf pack that could hide my longevity from others. Humans would begin to ask what my secret was to looking so young when they were aging and I was not. So moving was essential.” She frowned up at Cearnach. “Do you think Kilpatrick wanted me at the castle ruins to somehow force me to turn the deeds over to him?”
“It’s possible.” Cearnach wasn’t about to tell her otherwise. He didn’t trust Kilpatrick.
She shuddered and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “Then it was good that you ran off the road, and I met you first instead,” she said.
He smiled down at her. Someday, he supposed they’d tell their children how they’d met—her version and his.
Cearnach caught the eye of Logan, the blacksmith’s sixteen-year-old son. Logan was practicing sword-fighting with another young man, but he lowered his sword and looked hopefully at Cearnach as if he wanted to join him and Elaine in the kennel.
Full of the devil at sixteen, Logan reminded Cearnach of himself at that age. Logan loved animals more than anything else and didn’t care for working in the smithy like his father did, to his father’s disappointment.
Cearnach nodded and Logan raced toward them.
“Don’t run with the sword, lad,” Cearnach cautioned him, continuing on his way with Elaine to the kennel.
“It’s not real. Just a play sword.” Logan frowned. “Laird said if you were too busy protecting your girlfriend…”
Cearnach gave the youth a quelling look meant to guard his words.
“We all know she’s kin to our enemy, the McKinleys and the Kilpatricks, but lots of people say you’re protecting her from them. So doesn’t that make her your girlfriend?” Logan glanced at Elaine and gave her a big smile, then frowned when he saw her bruised face.
“She is a friend,” Cearnach said. Mate.
“They say Vardon McKinley hit Elaine. Are you going to kill him?” Logan asked.
“No, he’s not going to kill Vardon,” Elaine said firmly.
“Someone ought to. Oran was saying that Vardon has beaten women before. He doesn’t deserve to live.” Logan swung his sword at a fake opponent. “Some of our kin said Flynn’s bothering Elaine. Do you want me to talk to him? Not that I haven’t already. I told him to leave the lass alone… or else.” He cast Elaine another big grin.
“He spoke with you?” Cearnach asked.
“Aye, said she was a bonny lass, and if you hadn’t been interested in her, he was.”
Cearnach shook his head. “If he won’t listen to Ian or me, he won’t listen to anyone.”
“Maybe he’ll listen to me,” Elaine said. “I hadn’t thought to talk to him. Not that I ever saw him.”
Both Cearnach and the lad looked at her, then at the same time said, “Nay.”
“He doesn’t pay attention to women?” Elaine asked, sounding irritated.
“Ask Lady Heather,” Logan said. “He pesters her all the time.”
Cearnach glanced down at Logan. “Did you have something you wished to speak with me about other than Flynn and the like?”
“Oh, aye, while you protect the lady, do you want me to bathe the dogs today?”
“Did your father give you leave to do so?” Cearnach asked.
“Aye. He said that I was to help you wash them.”
Cearnach opened the kennel door, then closed it behind them. Yips and happy woofs greeted them.
“One of the wolfhounds, Sheba, had pups about eight weeks ago. All the rest are adult dogs,” Cearnach said.
Elaine looked through the metal gate. “Ah, they’re adorable.”
“You want all of the dogs out at once?” Logan asked.
“Aye.”
“Do they all live out here?” Elaine sounded disappointed, and he thought about her comment concerning the dachshunds.
If she chose one of the pups to keep for her own, would she want it to sleep with her in her bed? In their bed? He had other plans for their bed.
He glanced back at her as she peered into the huge cage where Sheba lay curled up on her bed while her pups ran to the cage door.
“They’re not family pets?” she asked.
He heard the distinct dissatisfaction in her voice. “They’re like family, lass. They only come out here to sleep at night. During the day, they join the family in various activities. They’re only here right now because this is bath day, and we needed them gathered in one place. After their bath, they get to be walked and join other family members for the rest of the day.”
Logan busily opened all the cage doors. The wolfhounds were huge and ferocious-looking with their shaggy, wiry coats, bristly hair over their eyes, and chin whiskers giving them an old-man appearance. They jumped all over each other, vying to reach Cearnach to earn his attention, while others were checking Elaine out thoroughly—the newcomer to the clan.
Cearnach opened the door for Sheba. Elaine was grinning broadly as she tried to pet all the rambunctious dogs at once. Elaine looked so sweet, right at home with the dogs as the pups licked her all over in greeting. He chuckled under his breath.
Sheba rose, stretched, then trotted over to greet them.
He crouched down to pet her pups as they scrambled over each other to lick and bite him.
“They’re huge for being eight weeks old. I had a yellow Labrad
or retriever. Her pups at this age were so much smaller, like the difference between a young fawn and a baby moose.”
Cearnach laughed. “Aye. The adult males are taller than a man when standing on their hind legs. Come on,” he coaxed the pups as he took Elaine’s hand and walked through the kennel and into a large shower room with stainless steel benches on one side, a sink on another, and hoses hanging from one wall.
Logan greeted the dogs competing for his attention, but he was checking Elaine out, watching the way the dogs were nosing her, smelling her, brushing up against her, and how she was petting them all.
“You have what? Fifteen adult wolfhounds, ten puppies, and two poodles?” she asked, trying to count them.
“Aye. Sheba’s pups will go to good homes,” Cearnach said. “Most of them. If Ian can convince Julia, that is.”
“How do you know which you’ve washed and which you haven’t with all this chaos?”
“Logan will take the washed dogs into the drying room as soon as I’ve finished with them.”
“Do you want me to help?” Elaine asked, sounding eager.
He smiled at her. “They’re awfully”—one jumped up on him and he finished with—“rambunctious. They’d probably knock you over. Especially as the floor gets wet.”
He began to rinse one of the dogs, though two others tried to tackle the spray. The dogs bumped into Cearnach, who ignored the distractions. Then he turned off the hose and set it on its hook before he began soaping down the dog.
He glanced over to see what Logan and Elaine were doing. She was sitting on one of the benches, cuddling three puppies at once while all were delightfully licking her throat and chin and nipping at her fingers. She was grinning and chuckling. Logan was watching her, beaming.
As soon as Cearnach rinsed the dog, Logan came to take him to the drying room and whispered, “If you don’t want her to be your girlfriend, she can be mine.”
Before Cearnach could respond, Logan, serious as could be, led the wet dog off to the drying room.
Cearnach glanced back at Elaine and saw her washing one of the pups in the large sink. He smiled and shook his head. She would fit right in with the pack.