Page 2 of In Bed with a Scot

Madden shook his head. “Nae, it is nae. She was a good woman, and I will nae have anyone believe otherwise by me actions or have her memory dishonored.”

Keelin nodded knowingly. “Ye are going tae have tae tell me what happened at some point. Ye cannae live yer life with such pain inside of ye and nae once speak of it tae anyone. It will eat ye alive from the inside.”

Madden sighed. “I am sorry, Kee. I didnae mean tae be rude. I dinnae care tae speak of it.”

“Was there a woman in France? Someone who hurt ye? Someone who was unfaithful?”

Madden looked up at Keelin in surprise. “How did ye ken such a thing?”

She gave him a knowing look. “The distrust that ye brought back with ye could only be born of such a thing.”

Madden looked at Keelin with new admiration. “Ye are wiser than ye look.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” she retorted, giving him a warning look not to argue with her if he had meant it in any other way.

“Ye should,” he nodded, smiling.

“Tell me what happened in France,” Keelin requested, her tone leaving no doubt that she felt it was long past time. “Tell me what happened with this woman.”

Madden sighed but nodded in surrender. He owed her the truth. It was not kind of him to let her fret and worry. “As ye well ken, when me mother was ill, I took her tae see a physician in France,” he began.

“Aye,” Keelin nodded in confirmation.

“While we were there, I formed an attachment tae her nurse.”

“An attachment?” Keelin eyed him inquisitively.

“I fell in love with her,” Madden admitted grudgingly.

Keelin nodded. “So, what happened?”

Madden shrugged his shoulders. “She was married.”

Keelin’s brows arched in censure. “Ye did nae ken?”

“Nae, I did nae ken that she was another man’s wife.” He would have been insulted had it been anyone else but Keelin that had asked. “In fairness, I did nae ask. I simply assumed that when she crawled in tae me bed that she was free tae dae so.”

Keelin gave him a sympathetic look. “Did ye wish tae wed her yerself?”

Madden nodded. “Aye, I did. That is how I discovered that she was wed tae another. Soon thereafter me maither died. I was destroyed and was nae good fer anything but fighting and drinking and whoring me way through France.”

Keelin nodded in understanding. “That is why it took ye so long tae return.”

Madden nodded, sighing. “Aye, I could nae come back tae me life here with how I was feeling. I was destructive tae meself and tae others. It took nearly dying fer me tae see sense and tae return home.”

“I am glad ye did come home, otherwise we would never have met. Ye are a sight better of a companion tae travel with tae escort me home than an auld stodgy guard” Keelin smiled at him in compassionate understanding. “I thank ye fer finally telling me the truth.”

“I would appreciate it if ye kept what I have told ye tae yerself,” he requested, not wishing his pain to be known far and wide. “I will tell Braden about what happened in France, when and if I feel that he needs tae ken it.”

Keelin nodded. “Yer secrets are safe with me, Madden. Ye ken that.”

“Aye, I dae.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “I thank ye fer yer discretion.”

“Always.” She reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Wishing to change the subject, Madden turned the conversation towards Keelin. “Tell me of this cousin of yers.”

Keelin smiled at the thought of her favorite cousin. “Arran is me maither’s first cousin, but they are as close tae one another as braither and sister. They grew up together.”