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Her feet paced the study, hand on her brow, mind racing, probably. Five big men watched her and stood motionless.
“Alright.” She expelled air soundly through her delectable lips. “I will marry him.”
Luck smiled at him, Taran celebrated.
“On one condition.” She continued before anyone said anything.
Luck sneered at him, more like it. He waited for her to fire away.
“Send Sam to Oxford.” Her stare unwavering on him. “He is too bright a boy to waste away his gift.”
The diminutive lass proved to be clever, he would give her that. “You strike a hard bargain.” His turn to pace now.
Of all the stipulations she could have asked for herself—a town house, jewels, whopping pin money—she remembered his own son. And put him in a check-mate position, the hurricane.
“Written on the marriage contract.” She demanded further.
He froze, to snap his glare at her. “You are not going to tear this one to pieces too, are you?”
She blanched while her brothers and father shot dumbfounded glances at her.
“Provided it is not a prison conviction.” She devolved haughtily.
“Done.” McDougal conceded, a hand raking his hair exasperated.
“She found her match.” Lachlan stated, victorious.
The now betrothed pair slung a burning ogle to the offender.
“If he— “ Aileen started pointing an angry finger at him.
“If she— “ Taran started at the same time
.
“Is my match— “ They continued in unison.
“I am the Queen of England.” She concluded.
“I am the King of England.” Taran followed.
The McKendrick men exchanged disguised smug looks between them. That the lass and the Laird would say practically the same thing at the same time must prove them right.
Wallace opened the study’s door and called Robert to order him to prepare a chamber for The McDougal.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Too keen on escaping marriage, you crashed right into it, wee lass.” Fingal teased his sister as soon as The McDougal exited for his appointed room.
Why she thought the impossible troglodyte would simply accept her departure from his manor was a mystery she would not decipher in a short time. The man gave all signs of being marriage-phobic, considering his negative experience with it.
“Not my doing, as you saw.” She devolved.
Drostan, Lachlan and Wallace had left for their chores.
“Did you expect to go and marry another as if nothing had happened?” The question she asked herself in the night.
“Yes, I did.” She answered candidly. “Many lasses did that in our clan.” They had, and no one made a fuss of it.
