A Hellion for the Highlander

“Oh?” she asked. “Then what am I?”

“Ye,” he said, and then he lowered her hand to her stomach. It was still flat, of course, but his eyes were as full as wonder as if the child had somehow responded already. “Ye, an’ this wee bairn, cannae possibly be a nightmare. Nay, the pair o’ ye are beyond anythin’ I’ve had in me best dreams.”

She took his hands, resting her forehead against his. “It’s nae a dream, mo chidre. It’s real. We’re gonnae be a family.”

“Have ye told the twins yet?” Alexander asked quietly.

Cicilia shook her head.

“Then let’s head back.” He stood up, helping her to his feet. “We’ve told yer parents. Let’s go tell yer siblings. Together.”

“I’d love nothin’ more,” Cicilia answered, and they left the kirkyard, together and whole and happier than anyone had a right to be in the entire world.

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Chapter 1

Alec never felt as free as he did when he was standing at the helm of the Blazing Fire , sailing across the open waters of the sea. He breathed deeply and smiled, savoring the heavy salty scent of the ocean air. He leaned back against the aft railing and turned his face up to the sky, admiring the stars twinkling in the heavens above. He thought they looked like chips of diamonds nestled among the black velvet of the sky.

The moon sat high in the sky, climbing inexorably toward its zenith. It was nearly full, and its silver light sparkled off the surface of the sea, making the small whitecaps around them glow as if with an inner light. He thought it was beautiful. Magical. And it never failed to fill him with awe. With wonder.

Whenever he was out on the water, Alec loved looking at the stars in the sky above him. The heavens were so vast and so seemingly endless; it made him feel so small. But Alec often imagined himself one day sailing away, chasing the stars. When he was on his ship, he felt so free that Alec sometimes pictured himself letting the tide take him to where the stars eventually ran out.

“Tis a peaceful night.”

Alec turned to find his best friend and first mate, Rory Bathgate, ascending the stairs from the main deck to where he stood at the helm. Rory handed him a mug of mead and Alec watched the steam wafting off the surface, drifting upward to join the stars above them.

“Aye,” Alec replied. “‘Tis a soft, steady wind blowin’ us right along.”

“We should make Fortershire in thae small hours,” Rory said. “Should I wake thae lads’n get ‘em tae work?”

Alec shook his head. “Nay. Nae yet,” he replied. “Let ‘em sleep a wee bit longer.”

Rory leaned against the aft rail beside him and Alec raised his mug in appreciation. Together, they stood in silence, reveling in the night air. Alec had been friends with Rory for more years than he could remember. It seemed to him there wasn’t a time in his life he didn’t recall his oldest friend being around.

Rory was loyal and one of the best men Alec knew. And he appreciated the man’s friendship more than he could say. There weren’t many who saw Alec for who he was rather than for his position. Rory was one of the few exceptions.

“Why Fortershire?” Rory asked.

“Thae Viscount of Fortershire,” Alec replied. “He’s a cold, cruel man. Been wantin’ tae ‘it ‘im for a while now.”

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