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Michelle is a wife, mother, author, and college professor. She lives in California with her family.
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I love historical highlander romances!
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Reardon had hoped to spend the rest of his day with Anice, but duties at the Grant keep called. He was fortunate enough to have received the grace and permission of the Grant to wed amid his duties, especially since they had a criminal in their midst. Reardon could not ask for more than the time gifted him at the kirk the next day.
However, Luke Grant pulled him to the side when he returned to the hall after leaving a cheerful Anice. Josiah lingered in the main hall as well, with a cackling, white-haired Grizel investigating his head wound.
“Ye’ll live,” she announced loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Only, keep your distance from sword hilts aimed at your head, aye?” She mussed his chestnut hair over his head as though he was a child and sent him on his way.
Josiah stopped by Reardon before he departed the keep. “How is Anice? She claims she’s well, but yesterday was . . .” He trailed off. He did not have to finish. Reardon knew.
Reardon dipped his head as a touch of a blush burned his cheeks. “She’s recovered, and if anything, has a new focus.”
“A new focus?” Josiah straightened, tensing at Reardon’s suggestion. A smile tugged at Reardon’s lips. He could not hide it from Josiah.
“Aye. I wed your sister on the morrow. Courtesy of the Grant Laird.” Reardon tilted his head at Luke Grant and held his breath.
Josiah might have preferred Reardon’s brutal dealings with the band of highwaymen the day before, yet in the clear light of day, without a throbbing head, he may have changed his mind again, out of concern for Anice’s safety. Reardon’s violent ways were welcome against criminals on the road, but did Josiah believe Reardon could temper it with everyone else? With Anice?
“Ye have my blessing, too, as I told ye yesterday,” Josiah confirmed for him and slapped his hand against Reardon’s back. Reardon exhaled at Josiah’s acceptance. “Try to keep the bloodshed far from Anice from now on, aye?”