Highlander Most Wanted (The Montgomerys and Armstrongs #2)(95)

“It would seem I owe this young man a great deal,” her mother said. “I’m just glad one of you has sense!”

“Mama!”

“Well, ’tis true. It horrifies me to think that you would have gone on and never come home to us.”

“I would have,” Genevieve cried. “It would have taken me time, but I would have come home, Mama. I missed you and Papa so. I would not have been able to live long without you.”

Her mother hugged her again and stroked her hair. “What is it that you want to do, Genevieve? Bowen deserves to know of his child. We cannot keep it from him.”

Genevieve pulled back, her expression firm. “Nay, I’d never seek to do so. I—I love him, Mama. I love him so much, and I miss him every single day. I had to come home. I had to do this so I could be happy and whole. But I’ll never be completely whole without him. He’ll always hold a piece of my heart.”

Her mother smiled that gentle, motherly smile that never failed to warm Genevieve’s heart and soothe all her hurts.

“It would seem that we have another journey to make. Only this time the whole of our army will accompany you on the way to your betrothed. We’ll not chance your being set upon as you were before.”

“What if he does not want to marry me?” Genevieve asked hesitantly.

Her mother rolled her eyes. “Lass, the way that lad was looking at you when we departed, it was a wonder he didn’t grab you from the cart and haul you into the keep over his shoulder. I’d wager he was sorely tempted! If he loves you as you say, and if he did all this for you even knowing he’d lose you, then he’s a man above many. He’ll likely have you before a priest before you can blink. Now, the hard part is going to be convincing your father to let his baby go after he’s only had her back a month.”

Genevieve’s face fell. “I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Her mother smiled and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll visit often, and I’ll come for the birth of your child. As will your father, I’m certain. He’ll not tolerate being left behind when his grandchild is being born. The Montgomerys will just have to become used to the presence of the McInnis clan.”

Hope surged through Genevieve’s veins and flooded her heart. A way for her to have her heart’s desire and her family. ’Twas a dream come true.

“I’m afraid to hope,” she admitted, her voice laced with fear.

“Don’t you worry, lass,” her mother chided. “I’ve never failed in a task I set my mind to. If I were you, I’d be packing my belongings for the return trip to Montgomery Keep. I wager I’ll have your father talked around in less than a day.”

Chapter 47

“Bowen, the McInnises approach!”

Bowen stopped in mid-swing and nearly lost his arm when the warrior with whom he was sparring nearly didn’t halt his advance. The warrior blanched and hastily backed away, horrified at what he’d almost done. But Bowen wasn’t paying him the least bit of attention.

He whirled to see Rorie standing a few paces away, her eyes dancing with glee. The lass was nearly beside herself.

“Do not jest with me,” he warned.

“ ’Tis not a jest! The word was just delivered to Graeme. He comes to tell you himself, but I overheard and ran to tell you.”

He pushed down his excitement. It might be nothing more than Genevieve’s father paying a visit. But why? He couldn’t allow himself to think that he would see Genevieve, because the disappointment would be crushing.

He’d only half existed in the time she had been gone from Montgomery Keep. The weeks had seemed like years, and he threw himself into training. His men avoided him. No one volunteered to spar with him, and his family despaired of him.

He was as a wounded wild animal seeking only to be left alone to nurse his injuries. He’d noticed the looks cast his way by Graeme and even Rorie. Eveline’s gaze was filled with sympathy, but even she stayed out of his path.

He knew he was hard to live with and not fit company for anyone, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t miserable.

He sheathed his sword and dismissed the warrior, who looked only too happy to take his leave. Then he turned to Rorie.

“Tell me all.”

Rorie wiggled in her excitement, a broad smile on her face. “A messenger arrived just a few minutes past, bearing word that the McInnises will arrive within the hour. They’re coming, Bowen!”

“ ’Tis possible Genevieve did not accompany them,” Bowen said softly.

Rorie snorted. “What purpose would they have in coming here if Genevieve were not with them?”

Bowen remained silent, refusing to give voice to his hopes. Without a word, he strode toward the guard tower and climbed the steps to the top so he could have a bird’s-eye view of their approach.

A moment later, Graeme arrived to stand beside him.

“I see Rorie found you first,” he said dryly.

“She told me the McInnises approach. Have you any other information?”

Graeme shook his head. “The missive was short. They told of their arrival and requested our hospitality.”

Bowen blew out his breath in frustration. What if she hadn’t accompanied them? And why had they traveled to Montgomery Keep?

The questions burned in his mind, and he stood there, silent and brooding, as he waited for the first sign of their approach.