Page 27 of The Highlander’s Unexpected Wife

“I will not be kidnapped.” She pounded on his back as he strode down the walk to the carriage.

Cameron reached the carriage and threw open the door as Mrs. Cummings reached his side.

“In you go, Mrs. Cummings.” Cameron tightened his hold on Alison and grasped the housekeeper’s arm.

“Sir—” she began.

“I will send you home in this carriage, Mrs. Cummings, once we have reached my father’s home. It is the only way to get her out of Hamilton’s clutches.”

“I am not in anyone’s clutches,” Alison spat. “Mrs. Cummings, call for a constable.”

“Halt!”

Cameron jerked his gaze onto Hamilton, who burst from the house.

The housekeeper leapt into the carriage with a lighter foot than Cameron would have thought possible, then he tossed Alison onto the seat.

“Halt, I say!” Hamilton raced down the walk toward them.

“Off we go, Bob,” Cameron shouted to the driver, then yanked the door closed as he dove inside.