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After helping him up, she looked at the still stupefied audience. “I think it time to go home.” A struggle to keep her voice level. “Take a burning log to your houses and let us renovate the hearths.”
Without looking at her equally speechless husband, she guided the McKendrick kin to the manor.
~.~.~
Taran marched home, his guts chafing to explosion point. He lost all control at the sight of his wife in so close physical contact with another man. It did not matter said man was her kin. Her first cousin, at that. He snapped. The dam flooded inadvertently.
Hell broke loose.
In every possible way.
Seamus had stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. Shannon displayed a smug smile. Gracie shook her head reprovingly. Not to mention the others, whom he had known forever. Each one immovable, thunderstruck.
He put his foot in it.
Irrevocably.
So much for believing he smoothed things down since she came back from the McKendricks. He raked his hand through his sable hair.
Problem being he did not regret it. Not really. Since the day before, he had seen the renegade monopolize her company, confabulating, touching her in every opportunity. Especially touching her. That had been the breaking point.
The fury at the vision of any man venturing his hands on her, even innocently, came irrational and ine
luctable. He wanted to remain the only man to have that privilege.
How asinine could that be?
His mind whirled so upset, he never saw where he headed. Barging through the door, he closed it.
He had entered his wife’s study. A highly enraged wife stood there.
The place felt like the lioness den.
“What was that?” Eyes bulged like torches bombarding meteorites of fire at him. Quick breath, chest heaving, fists on her hips.
A hurricane could also be a beautiful sight.
“He used every opportunity to put his hands on you.” Taran became no less enraged.
“Alistair is my blasting first cousin!” Emphatic, every word forcefully pronounced.
“A man nonetheless.” He insisted.
“Do you understand what you did?” Her torso inclined forward.
“I gave him a lesson.” Braced legs, his hands on his hips, too.
“You have completely wrecked Samhain, you troglodyte!”
When she threw his epithet like that, his blood boiled for other reasons entirely. “Not much. The revellers are still on site.” His casual answer covered his troubled thoughts. Or so he hoped.
“And attacked a McKendrick!” She spat vehement.
“This cannot count as too big a damage.” He put on an unruffled stance, dismissing the importance of her kin.
“Is that so?” Her marvellous eyes squinted on him. “After you went to such lengths to forge an alliance?”
There was that, too, he mused innerly. “A marriage ranks higher than a mere disagreement.”
