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stand over Alaric.
    “We must hasten,” she said. “He needs a warm chamber. He’ll not get better until we can see him out of this cold, damp air. His fever still burns this morning.”
    “Aye, we’ll leave immediately. We aren’t far from McCabe land. We’ll have him to the keep by midmorning.”
    As he walked away, Keeley relaxed against her warrior and allowed his warmth to bleed into her flesh. ’Twas a pleasurable sensation to lie in his arms. She sighed and ran her hand over his chest.
    “You must get better, warrior,” she murmured. “Your kin won’t like it if I’m unable to make you well again. ’Tis the truth I’ve suffered enough trouble. I’d like very much to have a peaceful life from here on out.”
    “Mistress, ’tis time to go,” Cormac said.
    She twisted again to look up at the man standing over her and Alaric. She frowned when she saw his impatience. As if she’d just been content to lie about all day.
    She glanced pointedly down to where Alaric’s arms circled her body and then back up at Cormac.
    Soon Cormac, aided by Caelen, gently pulled Alaric away and positioned him on the litter that he’d been borne on the day before. Before Keeley could do more than push herself to her feet, she found herself tossed up to Gannon who was already astride his horse.
    She huffed in irritation as she bounced against the warrior’s chest. “I do wish the lot of you would quit tossing me around like a caber. I’m more than capable of mounting a horse myself.”
    Gannon grinned. “ ’Tis much quicker this way, lass. Just stay where we put you and there’ll be no trouble.”
    She sent him a look of disgust before settling into the saddle for the short journey ahead.
    The wind kicked up and Keeley swore she could smell snow coming. The sky was cast in gray and the clouds swelled, puffy and ready to drop their moisture at any moment.
    She shivered as they rode steadily forward. Gannon pulled the blanket tighter around her with one hand while he guided his horse with the other. She clutched gratefully at the ends and pushed back against him so she could absorb his warmth.
    To the side, Laird McCabe halted his horse and issued an order for Cormac to ride ahead and alert the keep of their return. Around her the cry went up from the group of warriors. They’d entered McCabe land.
    “Make sure my wife stays in the keep where she belongs,” the laird ordered Cormac.
    Cormac sighed wearily and the other warriors gave him looks of pity as he rode ahead.
    Gannon chuckled and Keeley turned, eyeing him curiously.
    Gannon shook his head. “ ’Tis an impossible task our laird has charged Cormac with, and he well knows it.”
    “Is Lady McCabe not accommodating of the laird’s wishes?”
    Around them several men laughed. Even Caelen wore a hint of amusement at her question.
    “It would be disloyal of me to answer your question,” Gannon said solemnly.
    Keeley shrugged. She knew from experience that when women were heavy with child they tended to be more headstrong. Being trapped inside the keep would probably drive any pregnant woman insane. She couldn’t fault the laird’s wife for wanting a bit of freedom now and again.
    An hour later, they topped a rise, and Keeley looked down at the dark waters of a loch spread across the valley and butting into the dramatic hills. Nestled in the bend was a keep in various stages of repair, or disrepair, although it looked as if the men were working hard to rebuild the walls.
    The McCabes looked as though they were on hard times. While she herself could hardly be considered wealthy, she was self-sufficient and she never went without food.
    As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, the laird turned and fixed her with a steely stare.
    “You will be well provided for on McCabe land. As long as you do the tasks we’ve brought you here for, you will be amply rewarded with a place to live and food on your table.”
    She almost snorted. He made it sound so