Forged in Dreams and Magick (Highland Legends #1)(29)

We stepped out into a torch-lit fantasy. Seamus stood guard at the entrance, nodding once as we passed. A crowd had gathered at the base of the keep, where tables covered in food had been arranged. Iain stood among a large group of his guard on the far side of the banquet.

Brigid yanked my arm, the rest of my body jerking to follow with no other choice. “Come, sister, we need to change.”

Less than thirty minutes later, we emerged from the front of the great hall and stepped into a scene bursting with life. Bagpipes played, people danced, and ale flowed freely. Small groups sat around long tables eating. Most of the men stood, talking animatedly, many with a drumstick in one hand and drink in the other. The delicious aroma of savory meats and baked desserts made my mouth water, but after grazing on the rich buffet in Iain’s tent all afternoon, I wasn’t hungry.

The familiar faces of Robert, Duncan, and Gawain approached us right as I spotted Iain and Fingall talking with two of the newest recruits for their coveted guard. They stood a dozen yards away from us in the center of a pressing crowd of admiring women.

Gawain deposited his goblet on the table and stepped close to me, grasping my hands, pulling them wide. “Isobel, you’re the bonniest lass here tonight.” He glanced at Brigid standing right next to me and valiantly corrected himself. “Second only to the fair Brigid, of course.”

I laughed at Brigid’s eye roll. “Thank you, Gawain.”

“One need not be bonnier than the other,” Robert interjected, then took a hearty swallow from his cup. “The two are the only lasses I want to lay eyes on, this fine night.”

Duncan threw an arm around Robert, snickering. “Only your eyes, Robert? Can you look without actually touchin’?”

A moment’s silence passed before we all burst out laughing.

My cheeks cramped as I enjoyed the drunken men harassing each other. Gawain leaned in. “You’re not wearin’ our plaid.”

I looked down at my beautiful scarlet gown, running my fingers over the plush velvet, then glanced at Brigid, who wore her clan plaid neatly draped over her gown. “No, I suppose not.” Brigid hadn’t said anything, and I hadn’t wanted to fuss with it upstairs.

“Och, no matter,” Gawain retorted. “You’ll be one of us soon enough.”

“Aye, but to which of us will she belong?” Duncan posed.

As if on cue, Robert and Duncan pressed in, countering Gawain’s closeness by asserting their interest. Surprised, I stepped back, increasing my personal space from the sudden onslaught of men.

Duncan lifted a goblet of ale to his mouth, but I swiped it from his hand and swallowed down the entire cup before taking a breath. Stone-cold sober Isobel was about to become toast.

I handed the cup back, squinting at the threesome as they gawked at my boldness. “I belong to the man of my choosing.” I gave the solid statement before I lost my filter and my inhibitions.

Robert grinned. “She’ll need a man who knows how to handle a woman.” He stared intensely at me. “Isobel, I’d have you screamin’ my name into the night.”

I glanced toward Brigid. Unfortunately, I’d lost my backup to a group of nearby women. Uncertain how to respond, I grabbed Robert’s ale and drank his very full cup.

Duncan clapped Robert so hard on the back, he stumbled forward. I took another step back. “Robert, you’ve handled every woman willin’ and able to be handled . . . again . . . and again. How could you ever be satisfied handlin’ only one?”

Robert’s smile fell from his face at Duncan’s question. I bit my lip, restraining laughter, watching Robert seriously ponder the dilemma.

Duncan shoved Robert behind him. “I, fair lass, would show you what it means to be loved. While my beddin’ talents have always been prized, I’d be loyal to you.”

Gawain’s deep chuckle resonated out. He placed a hand between my shoulder blades, turned me, and guided me through the crowd. I glanced over my shoulder. The two abandoned men stared at us for mere seconds before a bevy of women eagerly occupied the vacuum we’d left. Available warriors were on the menu tonight. The way the meat-market crowd rotated partners, tonight seemed like an early predecessor of speed dating.

“Doona pay them any mind. Their blusterin’ is not without merit, but how can you choose a man on claims alone? You need to see for yourself whether a man is worthy of you.”

I stopped, searching Gawain’s dark eyes. He’d spoken as if he’d read my whirling mind. “Exactly,” I replied. I looped my hand in his elbow as we wandered toward a thinner crowd. “I’ve not had enough time to decide my perfect match.”

The one who spoke to my heart.

One romantic date with a man claiming to be my soul mate did not eternal love make. Was I attracted to Iain? Absolutely. Did feelings tug at my heart? Definitely. But I wanted a fire burning so hot for a man that I couldn’t breathe without him. With so many shocking things happening at once, in the struggle to adjust, I hadn’t even had time to miss the man supposedly destined for me.

Or . . . had I?

The half-dozen times I’d searched for Iain in the crowd tonight certainly counted for something. The more I questioned do I . . . or don’t I . . . the more confusion reigned.

Gawain stopped and looked down at me. “Time is somethin’ you doona have, but I’m a patient and kind man. Like Robert, I’ll help you discover the passionate woman inside you. Like Duncan, I’d be loyal to our bed and our marriage. But unlike them both, I’d listen to you, share stories of my adventures, and seek to fill our house with laughter and love.”