shortcomings.â
He waved her statement away with his cast, which was also streaked with mud. âI was going to send it back.â
âIs that why, of all the horses in the stable, our ranchâs stud was found saddled and with a-a . . . he was saddled and wandering?â
âNo, I took him becauseââ He broke off. âJust forget it.â
âI want to know why!â Why that and why he would just leave. Without a word of thanks. And why should that nettle her so much? She wanted him gone.
âAnd I saidââhe leveled a forbidding glare at herââto forget it.â
Obstinate man! âI want you out of my house today.â
âAnd how should I accomplish that, since I could noâ sit a horse last night and barely got back inside?â
âI donât care if you have to roll down the mountain. Pascalâs men will come for you, and when they do, we will all pay for your selfishness.â
âUnlike you people, I canna run up and down sheer mountains all dayâlike bloody mountain goatsâwhen I am strong. Much less with bashed ribs and a stone of muscle lost.â
âIf you could make it outside last night, youâre well enough to leave a place that holds no welcome for you.â
He crossed his arms, his eyes growing darker.
âSo, MacCarrick, if you have no other objectionsââ
âNo.â
âGood.â
âNo. I meant no, Iâm noâ leaving.â
Remain calm! Ignore the increasingly familiar urge to close in on his face and screech at him. âYou will, because this is my home.â
âWhoâs going to throw me out? The old man? The bairn? Noâ a single man in sight who can do it.â
Mare de Déu, she wished heâd stop saying that. Because hewas right. He could stay for as long as he pleased. Wrestling with her temper, she forced herself to say in a soft voice, âI saved your life, and Iâm asking you to leave my home. If you are a gentleman that must count for something.â
âIf I honor your wishes, youâd have saved my life in vain. So itâs bloody convenient that Iâm noâ a gentleman.â
Five
I f Pascalâs first letter had been the judgment, his second had been the sentence. AnnalÃa stood dazed at the oak desk, the paper in her hand crumpled and damp from her palm.
Sheâd waited for his instructions, more nervous than sheâd ever been. The last four days had been more nerve-wracking even than when a coach-and-six unexpectedly crunched into the white gravel drive of her school. If a carriage came, no one raised an eyebrow. A carriage meant a day trip. But a coach-and-six struck fear into the hearts of the girls, and they would all tear across the schoolroom to look out from the balcony, praying their familyâs crest wouldnât be emblazoned on the door.
A surprise coach-and-six meant some girlâs life was about to drastically change.
As drastically as AnnalÃaâs was.
Pascal had called for her. The hours had dragged by as sheâd awaited his summons, hours made more miserable by hearing the Highlander restlessly stomping all over her home.
Heâd been like a loosed bull in the manor, which necessitated her behaving like a frightened hare to avoid him. Their game would end tomorrow. The general expected her to join him then and marry him by the weekâs end.
She wasnât even near Pascal, and yet already his hand stretched far to control her.
She burned the letter in the studyâs fireplace then paced until her legs ached and the sun had set, uncaring as to what her father would have thought. Apparently, she couldnât help it. She remembered another time when sheâd been home briefly from school and heâd caught her at it. Sheâd been sixteen. That time his hard, weathered face had looked grave, his eyes full of pain. âElisabet used to do that.â
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