He shrugged. He supposed she was right. Truth be told, he had been so preoccupied with Rachel in their home, his wind invention, and his animosity toward the English hunters that he had rather lost sight of everything else around him. He wondered if Rachel would be attending, but quickly pushed the thought from his mind. Why did it matter? If she did come, she would likely only look down on them and what she would consider their backward ways.
“Rachel said she can hardly wait to come!” continued Peggy, as if reading his thoughts. “She said she has never been to a wedding before. Can you imagine, Adam? Having never been to a wedding? Does that not make you rather sad for her?”
He shrugged, although he was rather surprised himself. How could someone never have been to a wedding? Why, the people of his clan and the surrounding towns and villages seemed to have a marriage at least once a month, and it was simply a part of his life to celebrate with them. Ah well, her social life should be no concern of his.
As Peggy continued her incessant chatter he ate in silence, then headed out to the yard before his mother put him to work indoors.
Rachel couldn’t remember a time when she had been more excited. Today she was going to be present at a wedding! She had never seen a wedding at all, let alone a Scottish wedding. She could hardly wait to witness the traditions and the love the people likely held for one another. From what Peggy said, few people here married due to an arrangement and most for love — well, with the exception of Peggy’s brother and Kyla, Rachel was shocked to learn, although that seemed to have all worked out rather well.
When her father had come to see her following her accident, he had brought a couple of items of clothing in case she should need them. She had been somewhat annoyed he had brought finer gowns and not more practical items, although she realized it was mostly her own fault for packing such silly garments for a trip to the Highlands. Yet now she was thrilled, for the cream and pink silk was one of her favorites, and she loved the rosebuds lining the neckline and the way it flowed from her waist in alternating lines of the two colors.
She ran her hands over the soft gown before descending the stairs to join the family, all of her finery somewhat overtaken by the way she clomped down the steps with one of the walking sticks aiding her. She tried not to look at Adam, to see if he noticed the additional time she had taken with her hair and dress, but when she stole a glance, he seemed to be purposefully avoiding her eyes. No matter, she thought and met Peggy’s grin with one of her own.
They made their way to the small church in Aldourie, and Rachel was intrigued by the number of people all dressed in their Sunday best, as well as the way they all seemed to know one another and their true camaraderie, so different from the cool politeness often found at London gatherings. The bride and groom also seemed to be sincerely in love, and Rachel had to wipe a tear from her eye as they said their vows to one another with genuine looks of love on their faces.
They had interesting traditions here, though she wasn’t sure how they differed from an English wedding, having never attended one herself. She asked Peggy about the beautiful brooch the bride wore, and Peggy told her it was called a Luckenbooth, bestowed to the bride as a betrothal gift from her groom. She said it was most likely passed down through the family, and represented two hearts coming together. The red stone on top was for Mary, Queen of Scots.
When the ceremony was over, the entire party began the journey back to Galbury, and Rachel was pleased when Peggy linked arms with her, keeping her from feeling alone and rather silly with the stick she still needed to help her walk. She appreciated the friendliness of the girl, who she got along so well with. It was a beautiful day, perfect for a wedding, and Rachel sighed in contentment. If only someday she could have this for herself, she thought, with a man she truly loved, who loved her in return.
12
Adam watched as Rachel bobbed her head in time to the music of the Traditional Grand March, a look of rapture on her face as she took in the swirling plaid of the dancers in front of her. Her fingers tapped on her knee as she sat, and Adam could well imagine her in the midst of a pretentious dance at an English country home, her pretty skirts swirling about her as she threw her head back in laughter at something her equally debonair partner whispered in her ear. He felt a tightening in his stomach as he thought of it and tried to deny the shot of jealousy that coursed through him.
He wondered what she thought of this celebration. The dance was held not in a building of any sort, but rather the yard of his family’s home. The day was fair and the keep would become crowded with the mass of people, and so they had cleaned the yard instead.
Adam saw his sister go over and sit with Rachel, her dark head contrasting with Rachel’s auburn hair. He saw Peggy glance back at him, meeting his eye with a smirk, and he looked away quickly, irritated that he had been caught staring.
“It looks to me like the English lass might fancy a dance,” he heard Roderick say in his ear, and he turned to see his brother’s customary grin upon him.
“You should dance with her then, if that’s what ye think,” he responded, turning his face stonily back to the dance floor.
“Sadly, I dinna think the lass wants me,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “Any attention I’ve paid to her has gone rather unnoticed while she continues to moon over you. Why, Lord knows. Must be that pretty face of yours, though it’s been short a smile as of late.”
Adam turned to look at him.
“What are ye on about?”
“Ah, we’ve all noticed the two of you staring at each other when ye think no one’s looking. It’s rather sweet, it is,” Roderick said laughing, and ducked as Adam reached out to give him a shove.
“Come off it,” Adam said, crossing his hands over his chest.
“Adam!” Peggy joined them, apparently deeming Rachel able to sit alone. “I think Rachel wants to dance. Can you ask her?”
“What is it with the two of you?” he asked. “The lass was shot barely three days ago and ye want me to take her for a turn on the dance floor? Have your brains been addled?”
Peggy shrugged. “She’s a small enough thing, Adam. I think ye could manage to keep her weight off the leg, could ye not?”
At the sight of his mother approaching them, Adam determined that there was no way he was winning this battle against the whole of them.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll ask her.”
“Oh, and Adam?” said Peggy as he turned to leave. “Do take that frown off your face. You’re beginning to look like Finlay the way you’ve been growling about.”
He shook his head at her, though he couldn’t resist a small grin at his older brother’s expense before moving toward Rachel. He stood next to her, and she looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes.
“Adam, you look very handsome this evening,” she said, and he felt his cheeks warm in response. Usually when he received a compliment on his looks from a young woman around here, it was given in a much more forward manner.
“Ah, thank you,” he said in response. “You look rather well yourself.”
He heard rather than saw Peggy behind him as she let out a snort of laughter, and he could have kicked her. He was usually much more eloquent with his words, yet somehow Rachel seemed to have reduced him to drivel.
She was much kinder than his sister, however. “Thank you,” she said with a pretty smile. “When my father visited, he brought me a couple changes of clothes, at the very least. At first I was rather put out he had brought one of my less practical dresses. However, it all worked out well as I could wear it to the wedding.”
The dress was a pretty pink, the color of a rose.... Adam was never one to typically notice a woman’s clothing, but somehow he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked, holding a hand out to her and he saw her eyes light up.
“Oh, I would so love to!” she said. “However I really should stay off my leg. It is healing rather nicely, ’tis true, but I s
houldn’t like to slow the process.”
He nodded, agreeing with her, but then his mother was beside him.
“Adam will help you keep weight off the leg, will ye not, Adam?” she said, looking at him with a smile. For the love of all that was holy, his family needed to learn to keep to themselves and out of his life, he thought, but fixed a tight smile on his face.
“I will,” he said, and Rachel gracefully rose from her chair, resting her hand on his arm, her weight hardly making an impact as she leaned on him and he led her into the square where the dancers stepped to the beat, though he kept her far to the outside where he could make sure she wasn’t bumped in any way. He placed an arm around her, taking the weight, little as it was, from her injured leg.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, as if suddenly realizing just how close they would be if he were to be lifting her.
He nodded, though he felt somewhat strained as he did so. Feeling her body, so soft and inviting, next to his was certainly enticing. He had tried to keep himself away, and now here he was, holding her close as could be.
As he began to practically carry her in circles, however, he could no longer regret a moment of it nor feel any animosity toward his family. The glow of the torches that had been set up around the square played across her dainty features. A smile stretched from one side of her face to the other, showcasing her perfect teeth and eyes that were practically sparkling.
“Oh, Adam,” she said with a contented sigh. “This is absolutely magnificent.”
“What do you mean?” he said, somewhat confused.
“Everything. The stars twinkling high above us in the sky. The freshness of the air around here. The opportunity to dance with— to dance.”
She smiled at him, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you.”
He cleared his throat, surprised to find himself nearly overcome with emotion.
“Are you not used to dancing in much finer surroundings?” he asked.
“Hardly!” she said with a bit of a laugh. “No, unfortunately I have all the dresses for it, but my father is not one to enjoy dances and the like. He would prefer to go out to his clubs. We do attend dinners with some of his acquaintances, and at times there will be a small dance floor, but we hardly ever find ourselves at an actual ball. If we do, I am not exactly the first choice for a partner. I have no title and no dowry, so I am not typically much sought after.”
“But you’re beaut… ah, that is, you certainly must be pleasing to the gentlemen, are ye not?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Why, Adam McDougall, I think you just somewhat gave me a compliment!” she said, laughing at him. “You needn’t pity me too greatly, for I am fortunate enough to receive the odd dance request. However, in London, if one is to look for a partner any further beyond one dance, it seems there must be more to be gained than simply a pretty face. If that, of course, is what you are suggesting.”
Her eyes twinkled, teasing him, and he smiled at her tone.
“I am sorry to hear that,” he said. “The young gentlemen of London do not know what they are missing. And aye, lass, that was a compliment.”
When the dance finished, he returned her to her seat, nodding his head at her and finding his brother once more. Roderick gave him a wink as he leaned back and looked at him. “’Twas not so bad, now was it?”
“No,” he said begrudgingly. “’Twas not.”
“Adam,” came a voice behind him, and he turned to find Rory approaching. The tall, broad blond man was a bit of a rascal, but despite how different they were, Adam rather liked him. Yes, he was irresponsible, but Adam found he was beginning to come round to putting his people before himself, and at the very least he could admit to his mistakes.
“Rory,” he said, clasping the man’s hand in his in a friendly hello. “Good to see you. How is everything at Darfield?”
“Oh, it’s going just fine,” he said. “I appreciate you leading the hunts while the gillie was out. It seems he is back on his feet, though, so we shouldna need you for the remainder of this tour.”
“Thank the Lord,” said Adam in honest gratefulness. “I do not think I could spend one more day with those men.”
Rory shrugged. “Ah, some aren’t so bad after a while.”
“You’re a better man than I, Rory,” said Adam with a shake of his head.
“Before I forget, Trenton sent a message with me,” Rory said, and Adam looked at him with sudden attention.
“Oh?”
“Aye. He said it’s time his daughter came back to Darfield, as they only have a day or so more before they return to London. He said she’s likely to be healed by now and he sees no reason for her to remain. I can stay and take her home if ye’d like, or—”
“No,” Adam said with a shake of his head. “’Tis fine. We’ll see her back to you on the morrow. You have enough to attend to with all the men at your keep. I shouldna want to delay you, and I’m sure my mother will want to take another look at her wound before the girl leaves.”
“Whatever is yer preference,” said Rory with a shrug.
“’Twould be best,” he said, his gaze darting back to the slip of a woman. Tomorrow they would say goodbye. What had he been thinking, holding any feeling toward her? For he realized that his attachment to her had been growing. He was captivated by her, despite his initial misgivings. Regardless of their differences, she had bestowed no judgment upon his family or his people but had rather embraced them all while keeping a lively, generous spirit.
That was all well and good, he reminded himself, but she was not for him, nor ever would be. No matter how she treated them, her father and her own people looked down on him and his fellow Highlanders, seeing them more as hired hands than anything else. He would be best to keep his distance. He would have Roderick return her tomorrow, he decided, and would put her out of his mind for good.
13
As Rachel dressed in the walking gown she had originally worn to Galbury Castle — the gown she had been shot in, that Adam had carried her here in — she was filled with an odd sense of melancholy. She had not spoken to Adam again after their dance, when he had so gently held her in his arms and allowed her to glide around the yard as if she were nearly flying through the air. It had been the most magical moment of her life, and she so appreciated him for providing it to her.
She was going to miss him. She would miss all of them, she realized. She had spent a great deal of time now with the entire McDougall family, and she loved how much they cared for one another, and she appreciated the kindness they had shown her. They were what she would want in a family. They could read one another’s emotions so well, and she was envious of the bond they shared.
They had also been very welcoming to her, including her in their conversations as if she was one of them, not holding the fact she was English against her. Apparently, they had come to know her well enough to realize she was not entirely like those she traveled with, thank goodness.
Now that she was well enough to walk around on her own, albeit still with the help of a cane Peggy had brought her, there was no reason for her to stay any longer and she knew her father was insisting she return. She was to be escorted to Darfield Keep, though by whom she wasn’t yet sure.
“I can take you,” said Roderick as they sat around the breakfast table in the dining room, bestowing on her one of the grins she had come to know well over the past couple of days. He was a charmer, this one, and she could see why the village women loved him as much as Peggy told her they did.
“No,” Adam cut in abruptly, startling her when a look of confusion passed over his own face, as is if he himself had been surprised by the words coming out of his mouth. “I will.”
“That’s not necessary,” said Roderick. “You’ve been leading the hunters all week, and ye need a break. I’ll ride over with her.”
“I said I would take her,” Adam repeated, and the rest of them stared at him over the curt tone he had taken.
“Very
well then,” said Roderick, taking a sip of his tea. “You take her then, if it’s that important to you.”
“It’s not important,” said Adam gruffly, and Rachel felt the hurt seep into her chest. But why did she care what he thought? She had known well before this that he had no interest at all in even speaking with her, and resented the fact that she was currently under their roof. And yet … she wanted him to care, to feel something for her. She kept her eyes down on her hands, which were intertwined in her lap.
“I do not wish to be a burden,” she said softly. “I’m sure if you would lend me a horse, I could find my way back just fine.”
Adam scoffed at that. “You could also get lost in the woods on your return and then the rest of us could spend days looking for you. No, I’ll take ye back after Mother’s taken another look at that leg.”
So here she was, feeling somewhat at a loss with no bag in hand nor anything to take with her. One of the women of the village had told her multiple times how much she loved the pink gown, and so Rachel had left her two dresses with Peggy to give to the village women. She could buy more. As she waited near the entrance of the great hall, Peggy rushed into the room and, taking Rachel by surprise, engulfed her in an embrace.
“It was so wonderful having you here!” she said. “Not that it isn’t lovely having Kyla around now but, well, she’s busy, and always so awfully concerned with matters of much greater importance than I ever worry about. Anyway, I do hope our paths cross again one day. Dinna forget us.”
Her true, genuine smile pulled at Rachel’s heart, and she drew her close once again. “I could never forget you — any of you,” she said, as Jane joined them in the hall. “Thank you so much to all of you, for your kindness and generosity. And to you, Jane, for taking such good care of me. I will treasure these memories for the rest of my life.”
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