Stolen By The Scottish Rogue (Kilts & Kisses 2)

To his credit, it may actually have been my father who stopped the whole thing from blowing over. To be fair, it was most certainly a business decision rather than one of the heart, but he rescinded his offer to Carlson of my hand in marriage. A moot point in a sense, seeing as I was already married, to another man, at that point. But it was a gesture none the less, and with it came the end of the buildup of “sides.”

Apparently, Carlson launching an attack with a paid army on another lord’s castle was even worse for my father’s business interests than my marrying Malcolm was. So, no—it wasn’t like my father suddenly grew a heart. But if his business mindset stopped a war, so be it.

Malcolm insists that he would have “beaten the coward” out of Carlson anyways, but that’s beside the point.

So, there was peace. Well, at least for a small time that is, until all of the drama surrounding Cat. And then the absolute scandal with Rhona that may or may not have landed answers to the big question of why it was that a savage Norse marauder seemed to have saved Carrick Castle the night of my marriage to Malcolm.

…Rhona, by the way, who was oddly quiet and flushed after Carlson’s attack that night. Rhona with the oddly runeic-looking necklace which had appeared from nowhere that same night she did her damnedest to keep hidden out of sight.

But those are their stories, to be told in their own words.

As for me? Well as I said, love comes in the oddest of ways, and from place you never saw it coming sometimes. And this “princess” found it with the pirate scoundrel who stole her away. She found it in the arms of the rogue who told her she’d be his on the very day she was to marry another.

And damn do I love him for that.

Love breaks the rules. Love steals you away. And love is all we need.

Love and of course that wicked, wicked tongue of his…

The End