Page 56 of Laird Of Her Heart

His flush rose higher. His lips curled. He turned away to load the bags on the saddles. Maggie’s suspicion rose.

“How long were you there?” She had to ask. She had to know.

“Two weeks.”

“I see.” He helped her into her saddle then mounted himself. He grunted and adjusted his jeans; probably not used to riding in skin-tights.

“And you and Jenny?”

He flinched. “What?”

“Did you…” she flourished a hand.

His ears went pink, giving her the answer she needed.

“Ah… Did you get the penicillin?”

He blew out a relieved breath. “Aye. Oh aye.”

“Excellent. Then let’s go. Dominic should start a course right away.”

“Aye.” He set his heels to his horse’s flanks. With some surprise she realized he was wearing Air Jordans.

But one thought roiled in her bemused mind.

Declan and Jenny…

Imagine that.

* * *

Dominic emerged from a black fog aware of a sharp pain in his chest and fur on his tongue. He could hear bickering, and the last thing he remembered was engaging in a brutal battle with his greatest enemy, so he thought it best to lie still and listen.

“Nae. ‘Tis far too risky.” Ah. Declan. Thank God he was here.

“Risky? Doing nothing is far riskier.” His heart thumped in joy to hear Maggie’s voice. That she was bellowing at Declan was good too. “Honestly, Declan. What do you have to lose?”

“Half our crop?”

“Or all of it? If you wait too long the rains will destroy everything. What’s more, your crofters will die if they’re not brought into the castle walls.”

“What makes you think the rains will be that bad?”

Dominic cracked open a lid in time to see her waggle a thick tome at his brother. “Because this says so.”

Declan frowned and tried to take the book from her. She didn’t allow it.

“No. I told you. It’s not a good idea for you to know too much about your future.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard. What’s the point of knowing the future if you canna use the knowledge to keep your people safe?”

“I’m telling you how to keep your people safe, for God’s sake. Why do you have to be so fricking stubborn?”

“What does that mean, fricking? Jenny said it all the time.”

“Stop trying to change the subject.”

It was damn entertaining watching them quarrel. He had no idea why.