The Bride

My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.

She still hadn't caught on. Alec sighed. "Change your gown, Jamie, if that's your inclination. I prefer white. Now go and do my bidding. The hour grows late and we must be on our way." He'd deliberately lengthened his speech, giving her time to react to his announcement. He thought he was being most considerate. She thought he was demented. Jamie was, at first, too stunned to do more than stare in horror at the warlord. When she finally gained her voice, she shouted, "It will be a frigid day in heaven before I marry you, milord, a frigid day indeed." "You've just described the Highlands in winter, lass. And you will marry me." "Never." Exactly one hour later, Lady Jamison was wed to Alec Kincaid.

You wouldn't let him do it, would you, Jamie?" Jamie's expression was very serene. She stared at Andrew when she spoke to her husband. "With your permission, I would like to answer him." "You have it," Alec replied. "Andrew," she called out in a voice as cold and clear as a frigid winter morning, "my husband does whatever he wishes to do. I am sometimes allowed to help, though. If he decides to cut off your feet, I will, of course, offer him my assistance.

Go and change your gown, Mary," Daniel interjected. "I'm partial to gold. If you've a gown in that color, wear it to please me. If not, white will do well enough. I'm wedding you, Lady Mary." Lord Daniel Ferguson caught Lady Mary before she hit the floor. He wasn't at all irritated that his intended had just fainted dead away, and he actually let out a full burst of laughter as he swept Mary up into his arms and held her against his chest. "She's overcome with gratitude, Alec," Daniel called out to his friend. "Aye, Daniel, I can see she is," Alec answered.

She was given a man's name." The stable master nearly jumped out of his tunic. He hadn't heard Alec Kincaid's approach. He turned around and came face to shoulders with the giant warrior. " 'Twas her mama's way of giving her a place in this family. Baron Jamison weren't the man who fathered Jamie. He claimed her for his own, though. I'll give him that much kindness. Did you get a good look at her, then?" he added in a rush. Alec nodded. "You'll be taking her with you, won't you?" The Kincaid stared at the old man a long minute before answering. "Aye, Beak. I'll be taking her with me." The choice had been made.

We English have perfect eyesight." Alec finally turned to look at her. "Are you jesting with me, wife?" "You decide, husband." "Aye, you are," Alec answered. "I've already learned all about the English sense of humor." "And what have you learned?" "You don't have any.

the Scots take what they want when they want it. She also said they have special preferences.” “And what might those be?” Beak asked. “Strong horses, fat sheep, and soft women,” Mary said. “Horses, sheep, and women?

They're allies, Jamie." She immediately let go of him, straightened her back, and refolded her hands in her lap. "I guessed as much," she whispered. It was a lie, made blacker still when she added, "Even from this distance I can see them smiling." "An eagle couldn't see their faces from this distance," he answered dryly. "We English have perfect eyesight.

The ruby landed at the baron’s feet. “Repayment, Baron, from Lady Kincaid.

She started three wars the first week.