Page 37 of A Highlander’s Heart

Morgan growled. “Ye will do as I say, wife. I doona want ye going anywhere without one of the men, and since yer doing something private, that mon will be me.”

Too tired, sore, and hungry to argue, Emma huffed and ambled into the woods. At least Morgan had the decency to turn his back.

She washed her hands in the creek behind where they camped and slumped against one of the trees. Morgan, now aware of her discomfort ordered Jacob, a member of the group, to distribute food to the group. He took a sack out of the back of the wagon and passed out cold chicken, cheese, and bread.

Even though she had to force herself, Emma made sure to eat. She yawned the entire time, which she was able to hide since the men were busy speaking to each other, and Gregory and Morgan were deep in conversation. Most likely about arriving at the castle.

“Emma, wake up, lass.” Emma opened her eyes to see Morgan standing in front of her.

She had apparently fallen asleep after finishing her meal. She started to rise and said, “I’m sorry, I should have helped clean up.”

Morgan shook his head. “No need, lass, there was nothing to clean since the food is all gone.” He reached out and Emma took his hand. She stood, brushing away the crumbs from her meal that had landed on her lap. “How is yer leg? Should I take a look at it?”

“Nay. It’s a wee bit stiff and sore, but taking a break by riding in the wagon this afternoon will help.”

“I’m so glad ye decided to do that, Morgan. I was really concerned about yer leg. And yer ribs.”

He grinned. “Well, when my wife tells me to do something my first response is nay. However, when my healer says something, I listen.”

Morgan leaned close to her ear. “And as soon as we can get somewhere private, ye will be my wife in truth.”

Emma could feel the heat starting in her woman’s place and moving through her body and up to her face, causing Morgan to chuckle. “Come, ’tis time to get back to our journey.”

He led her to the wagon and held her arm to support her as she climbed in. Then he got in behind her, pulling her against his massive, warm chest. He reached down to take a plaid from one of the men who held it up, then wrapped it around her. “Get some more sleep, lass.”

She was happy, but also a tad leery at how cheerful and sweet her husband had been acting. Just this morning, he’d been giving her orders but only a few weeks earlier, he’d been arrogant and complaining and arguing with her. Now he was thoughtful and kind.

As she drifted off to sleep, a thought teased her tired mind. Who is Laird Morgan Gunn?

Chapter Twenty-One

Laird Morgan Gunn glanced down at his wife, sleeping in his arms. She was soft and warm, and he resented the fact that his first time watching her sleep was not in a bed after a rousing session of tupping.

He’d had so many life changes in the past few days, his head was spinning. In all the time he’d been a patient at Castle Leod it had never occurred to him that his uncle was dead.

He’d heard that Megan had been rescued by her husband and was now safe at home. The farewell the two had at the gate this morning certainly proved that Gregory would never have allowed an annulment, even if he had to defy the king.

And now he had a wife. He glanced down at the bundle of woman in his arms. His decision to marry Emma instead of leaving her behind may have been a hasty decision, but one he hadn’t regretted from the time the words came out of his mouth.

Since he was now Laird of Clan Gunn, he needed an heir. He had to secure his position as quickly as possible and producing an heir was part of that. So he’d needed a wife, and to have a wife like Emma was more than he’d ever hoped for.

Emma shifted and stirred and then settled down. He moved the blanket that had slid from her shoulder back up.

He would have no problem producing heirs with this woman. Right now, what frustrated him more than anything was being unable to have the wedding night that both he and his wife deserved in order to produce that heir.

He sighed, and this time he was the one to shift because between the slight throbbing of the healing wound in his leg, and slight throbbing in his ribs, the softness of his wife, and hardness of his cock, the ride was becoming quite difficult.

A few hours later, Gregory rode up alongside the wagon and nodded to a sleeping Emma. “Ye made a quick decision about marrying the lass to bring her along. Ye must have a lot of faith in her healing.”

Morgan grunted.

“Is that the only reason ye wanted her to come with us? Marrying her ’twas a big step.”

Morgan shrugged.

“The way ye look at her makes me think there is more going on besides healing.” Gregory’s smirk began to annoy him.

“What I do is my business.” He pulled Emma closer and once again straightened the falling plaid.