The Highlander’s Stolen Heart
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Emma shook her upsetting thoughts away, especially with how she found herself feeling about Rogan. It was something that she could not dwell on, something that could never be.
A patch of nettle caught her eye and diverted her attention. She was careful not to touch the plant and get stung by the sharp hairs. She always protected her hands when picking the prickly plant. She would look for the young pale leaves, since they were most tasty when cooked. Unfortunately, the plants had barely sprouted so she left them to grow.
She continued exploring, and it was not until her shoulder began to truly ache did she realize that she had been away from the cottage longer than she had intended. It would not be wise to tire herself today when she would be riding endlessly over the next few days. She headed back to the cottage and noted as she went that she had gone farther than she had thought.
Gray clouds had settled in overhead by the time she stepped out of the woods. The beautiful day was over, but she was grateful that she had had a chance to give her mind a rest while she had explored.
She entered the cottage with renewed strength, though she felt the weight of her limbs.
“Bloody hell, where have you been?” Rogan shouted.
Emma jumped, startled by his booming voice.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“I went for a walk in the woods,” she said, wondering why he was so upset.
“A walk in the woods?” he said as if he did not quite believe her.
“The sun was bright, the air only slightly chilled, and I had the most persistent urge.”
“Never again,” he said his fist coming down on the table, sending a groan through the worn wood.
That did it. He had no right speaking to her as if she was a child. “I am not your wife to dictate to.”
He reached her in two strides, grabbing both her arms and holding her firmly. “Wife or not, never, ever frighten the hell out of me like that again.”
He was frightened? He had been that upset that she had been gone? She opened her mouth to offer an apology.
“Damn,” he muttered and captured her open mouth in a kiss.
Chapter Thirteen
Emma was so shocked that she froze, though his kiss thawed her fast enough. His lips were so strong and confident on hers that it made it easy to respond in kind, and it felt so natural to do so. A tingle permeated her body and turned to a jolt when his tongue slipped into her mouth to tease hers. The tingle grew as his kiss demanded more and strange sensations took hold of her and she thought... she thought that a kiss felt far more wonderful than she ever imagined it would.
Rogan felt as if he had lost control. He never wanted to kiss a woman as much as he had wanted to kiss Emma. When he had entered the cottage and discovered her gone, he had felt as if his heart had stopped beating. His thoughts had gone wild with possibilities of what might have happened to her, each worse than the previous one. His anger had mounted, and then she had entered the cottage and relief had flooded him. He had never been so happy to see someone and all he had wanted to do was grab her, hug her, and kiss her senseless. He had kept control of himself until... she had reminded him that she was not his wife. That had angered him even more and had made him want to claim her even more, and so he kissed her. And he did not want to stop kissing her. Never had a kiss twisted at his heart and gut like this kiss with Emma. And never did he ache to make love to a woman as much as he did to Emma.
The thought had him tearing his mouth away from hers and resting his brow against hers to catch his breath and calm his wildly beating heart, not to mention his thick, hard arousal. He wanted her like he had never wanted another woman, and it troubled him.
Emma tried to calm her breathing, but the kiss had somehow stolen much of her breath, leaving her feeling as if she gasped for air. And the tingles running through her body were relentless. They prickled her skin, turned her nipples hard, and tickled her senseless between her legs, and it was all quite delightful.
He is your sister’s future husband.
The voice in her head was like a slap to her face and she quickly pulled away from him, not that he stopped her, and she wondered if he had remembered the same.
Emma pressed her fingers to her lips that never felt so alive, so wonderful, and she stood nearer the hearth, staring down at the flames.
Rogan thought to apologize for his improper action and yet he could not bring himself to do so. He had wanted to kiss her long before now and he could not deny it, would not deny it. He was attracted to her much more than he had realized. The kiss had made him understand just how much he cared for Emma and just how much of a problem it presented.
Emma felt her worries descend heavily on her and her already tired limbs grew heavier. She placed her hand on the worn wooden mantle for support and her head drooped, too tired to hold it up any longer.
In the next moment, she was swept up in Rogan’s arms, tucked tight against his chest, and carried to the bed.
He laid her down with gentleness that touched her heart and she was ever so relieved when he sat beside her on the bed. She did not want him to leave her side. She had grown accustomed to him being there, and there, by her side, was exactly where she wanted him to stay.
“You need rest to heal. You should not have gone exploring the woods.”
“Perhaps, but I needed time away from my troubling thoughts,” she admitted.
“I would have accompanied you,” he said, brushing her hair off her brow and feeling it to make certain her fever had not returned, and was relieved to discover it had not.
“I needed time alone,” she said, wishing his cool hand would linger on her brow, a troubling thought, which had her saying, “We need to leave tomorrow.”
“Aye, that we do,” he agreed. “You feel well enough for it?”
“It does not matter if I do. We need to leave,” she said with an urgency that startled her.
“We will leave at first light.”
He turned, ready to leave her side, and she wished she could reach out and stop him. She did not want him to go. She wanted him to remain there with her, never to leave her side, but that was not possible. And as he walked away from her, she felt as if her heart broke in two.
She turned on her side, fearing tears that threatened would fall and she would appear a fool. How had this happened? How and when had she lost her heart to Rogan? A tear slipped out and ran down her cheek. Was what she feeling love? Could she have truly fallen in love with her sister’s intended?
Emma attempted to reason with herself. Surely, it was simply that Rogan had tended her in her time of need that had caused her to have such strong feelings for him. But it did not explain why he had feelings for her, for that could not be denied, especially after the kiss.
Another tear slipped out and down her cheek. She had never been kissed like that. Actually, she had been kissed only once when she was young and that had gone so badly that she had never wanted to be kissed again... until now.
Now she wished that Rogan would never stop kissing her.
“Emma, is something wrong?”
She choked back her tears to answer as calmly as possible, “No.”
“I feel your tears, Emma,” he said softly and his arms circled her, turning her and taking her gently in his arms to rest her against his chest. “I should not have kissed you, but I could not stop myself. The need to feel you, taste you, know that you were safe in my arms was too great to deny.”
His truthful words made her tears fall all the harder.
“I have never known such a loving kiss,” she said finally looking at him.
“You have known other kisses?” he asked, the idea annoying him.
“When I was young and barely eleven years, a lad who claimed to care for me, kissed me, though now I know it was nothing more than a peck on the lips.”
“Claimed to care for you?”
Emma felt the embarrassment of that moment return to haunt her and heat her cheeks. “He laughed after he
“Daniel, the name you spoke when your fever raged. You said he never truly cared for you and you went to Heather for comfort,” Rogan said with an anger that could not be denied.
“She cradled me in her arms while I cried and Patience went and beat Daniel until he cried for her to stop.” She smiled. “She left him with two black eyes and a split lip.”
Rogan could not help but laugh. “I like your sister Patience more and more.”
“I believe she would also like you.”
“So then I am the first to truly kiss you?” he asked, wiping away the last of her tears. “Is that why you cry?”
“I cry for many reasons,” she said, not wanting to admit how much the kiss meant to her and how much she cared for him.
“You miss your sisters,” he said.
Another tear trickled from her eye as she said, “So very much.”
“Until I find them for you, I am here whenever you need me, and even afterwards if ever the need should arise.”
“You will make a good husband for my sister,” she said, though her heart ached at her own words.
Rogan did not respond. How could he when he believed he had made a mistake and would marry the wrong Macinnes sister.
“You should rest. You have had a busy day,” he said, slipping her out of his arms and down on the bed. He pulled the blanket up over her. “I will see to getting things ready for our departure tomorrow.”
Emma could do nothing but nod, tears once again flooding her eyes and she closed them tight to stop them from falling. Soon they would be home, whether it was his or her keep they went to, it did not matter. They would at least be able to keep their distance, no longer sharing a single room cottage, no longer sleeping with each other. The thought only managed to upset her more.
“Would you like me to fix more of your brew?” he asked.
“Yes, that would be nice,” she said, keeping her teary-eyes closed. She forced herself to think on other things and soon her tears faded and by the time he brought her the brew, she had regained her composure.
He slipped his arm beneath her back and with a strong lift sat her up in bed, handing her the goblet. He did not linger by her side, to her disappointment and also to her relief.
Rogan was in and out of the cottage, making ready for their departure tomorrow. Nightfall saw them enjoying the fish Rogan had caught for supper and when it came time for sleep, Rogan told her he had more to see to and would join her later.
He was keeping his distance and she could not blame him. She was glad he did, for she did not know what she would do if he kissed her again.
With her thoughts chaotic, she worried sleep would not find her this night, but her busy day and tired limbs proved otherwise and she was soon asleep.
Rogan watched her from where he sat at the table. How long had it been since he first met her? A week? Two weeks? He had lost all sense of time in his quest for Heather or was it Emma who had stolen time from him? And what else had she robbed him of... his senses?
He was fighting the urge to go to her, crawl in bed, and wrap himself around her. Consequences stopped him from doing so. He knew if he did, there was a good possibility he would do more than kiss her and from the way she returned his kiss, he knew she would not stop him.
He rubbed his hands over his face, then shook his head. Once they returned home all would be different. It would no longer be necessary for them to spend time together. His gut squeezed tight at the thought of them rarely seeing each other. Not to kiss her again, not to hold her, not to have her stubbornness challenge him... his gut twisted ever tighter.
What was the matter with him? He was a warrior who would become laird of his clan. His future had been planned since his birth. His father had given him a chance to find love, but he had failed to find it, and so a marriage was arranged. He had had no objections to it. He had even agreed with his father when he had advised Rogan to choose the beautiful sister over the plain one. He had made the choice not to accept Emma as his wife and now... he regretted it.
A low growl rumbled in his chest and anger made its way slowly through his body until his hands formed into tight fists. Now Emma would marry another, and he might just have to be the one who chooses her husband. And that did not set well at all with him.
You have a duty.
How often had his father reminded him of that? But his da had also discussed his choice of a wife with him. His da had been fair about it and in the end Rogan had agreed to the arrangement. He had no one to blame but himself.
He got up and turned away from Emma. It would do him no good to stare at her, for it made it all the more difficult to accept his fate. He would never have her; she would never be his.
Pain jabbed at his heart and anger jabbed at his senses once again. He almost laughed aloud at the irony of his situation. The fault was all his that the woman who had stolen his heart would never be his.
“Rogan!”
He turned at the sound of her calling out his name in such desperation and hurried to her side. She was asleep, though caught in a troubling dream or was it a frightening nightmare?
“I am here,” he said and went to take her in his arms. “Damn,” he muttered. Her fever had returned.
“Rogan, where are you?” she pleaded, her body twisting and her hands reaching out as if searching for him.
He quickly shed his clothes and got in bed, taking her in his arms as he settled beside her. “I am here, Emma. You have nothing to fear.”
She instantly curled in his arms, pressing her body hard against him and burying face against his naked chest. “Do not leave me. Do not ever lea...”
Her words drifted off as she stilled and fell into a contented slumber, and he tightened his arms around her. He wanted badly to tell her that he would never leave her that she belonged to him and always would, but that was not the truth. She did not belong to him.
He said the one thing that was the truth. “I love you, Emma, I will always love you.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Rogan, wake up! Rogan! What the hell are you doing naked in bed with your future sister-in-law?”
Rogan fought to get out of the dream and away from Liam’s accusing voice.
“Rogan!”
The shout had his eyes popping wide to see Liam standing over him and Emma clinging tightly to him, her eyes as wide as his.
Liam leaned down over Rogan. “MacClennan and Macinnes warriors wait outside.”
Emma attempted to wiggle out of his arms, but he held her firm. He would not have her scurry away, as if proving they had done something wrong.
“What are you doing here?” Rogan demanded. “I gave you orders—”
“I met up with Macinnes warriors along the way and they had a message from Patience, sent to her father,” Liam said.
“What?” Emma asked anxiously. “What did my sister say?”
“Send more men,” Liam said.
“We must get home,” Emma said, wiggling out of Rogan’s arms, and wincing in pain as she went. “I must talk with my father.”
Liam shot Rogan a questioning look.
Rogan sat up, helping Emma to do the same. “We were attacked, the last of our warriors taken. Emma took a blade to her shoulder coming to my defense and has suffered a fever ever since.”
“My fever is gone,” Emma insisted, wanting nothing to stop her from going home.
“It returned last night,” Rogan said, “though it seems to have faded again.” He placed his hand on her brow to confirm and nodded when he felt her cool skin.
“We should leave right away,” Emma said, remaining where she was since pain repeatedly stabbed at her shoulder.
Rogan took gentle hold of her chin. “Are you in pain? And do not bother to lie to me, since I can see it on your face.”
“Then why bother to ask me?” she said, tugging her chin free. “My shoulder is going to pain me until it finally heals and probably beyond that. I want to go home now.”
“Your father’s orders were to find you and let you know that you are to follow whatever Rogan should decide,” Liam said.
“No!” Emma all but shouted.
Both men looked at her shocked.
“I am going home,” Emma said adamantly.
Rogan got out of bed and stood there stark naked as he pointed a finger at her. “No! You will do as your father orders and obey me.”
“No,” she repeated more adamantly than before.
“You do not have a choice,” Rogan said, “and I will not hear another word about it.”
Emma clamped her mouth firmly shut. She would not waste words on him. She would not follow his dictate no matter what her father commanded. She needed to speak with her father. There had to be more to the message from Patience than she was being told. Father may not have realized it, but she would. She needed to know all of what was contained in the message so that she would know what to do.
“Leave us, Liam, and let the men have a rest. We leave for home within the hour. And say nothing of what you saw here.”
“There will be talk,” Liam cautioned, “though not our warriors.”
Emma was ready to argue with him, and then realized what he meant. Her warriors would worry over her honor. And they would tell her father that she had been found in the cottage alone with Rogan. What then would her father do?
“I will deal with that when and if the time comes,” Rogan assured him. “For now we return home and determine our next move in finding my intended.”
His words cut through her heart like a sharp knife. She was reminded yet again that Rogan would wed Heather. The arrangement had been made and it would be kept. She had to accept it and put Rogan out of her mind for own good, and for her sanity.
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