“Now,thatsounds promising.”
Domhnall shrugged. “It might have been me imagination.”
Niall shook his head slowly. “It was nae.”
Domhnall glanced at him. “Ye are very confident.”
Niall smiled faintly. “I watched her during the wedding feast.”
“And?”
“She couldnae take her eyes off ye,” Niall divulged in a conspiratorial manner.
Ruaridh grinned. “Aye, I noticed that as well.”
Colin nodded once. “She looks at ye the way people look at storms.”
Domhnall frowned. “Contrary tae what ye may believe, that is nae reassuring.”
“It is admiration,” Colin said calmly. “Mixed with curiosity.”
“And something else,” Niall added.
Domhnall folded his arms. “Ye three are inventing things.”
Ruaridh shook his head. “Nay, we are telling ye tae stop being a fool.”
“Careful.” Domhnall gave him a warning look.
Ruaridh ignored it. “If ye want the woman, speak tae her.”
“I gave her me word,” Domhnall reminded them.
“Then renegotiate.”
“That is nae how promises work.”
“It is exactly how marriages work,” Ruaridh chuckled.
Colin spoke more quietly. “She chose ye during the Masquerade.”
Domhnall’s jaw tightened slightly. “She merely agreed tae the arrangement.”
“She also rode across half the Highlands with ye,” Colin continued. “Argued with yer Council and climbed yer castle walls.”
Niall nodded. “She is nae behaving like a woman who wishes tae remain distant.”
Ruaridh clapped his hands once. “So speak tae her.”
Domhnall stared at the ground a moment. “I will.”
“When?” Ruaridh asked.
“Soon,” Domhnall replied, already turning away from them.
Ruaridh leaned back again with satisfaction. “Good.”
Niall stretched his legs. “I give it three days.”
