Part 28 (1/2)

Since the women weren't paying the men any attention, the men didn't find it necessary to hide their interest. Their gazes were centered on Judith. Patrick noticed that whenever she smiled, so did the soldiers. Brod.i.c.k's interest surprised Patrick the most because he was usually quite good at keeping his emotions under tight rein.

”What are you grinning about?” Brod.i.c.k suddenly asked him.

”You,” Patrick answered.

Before Brod.i.c.k could take exception to that honest reply, Judith called out, ”Brod.i.c.k, I've forgotten to take the sweet biscuits over to Isabelle.”

”I'll see she gets them,” Brod.i.c.k said.

Judith shook her head. ”I want to meet her,” she explained. She stood up and walked over to the table. ”I have messages to give her from her mother.”

”I'll be happy to show you the way,” Alex volunteered.

”I'll do it,” Gowrie announced in a much firmer voice.

Brod.i.c.k shook his head. ”Isabelle is my sister-in-law,” he snapped. ”I'll show Judith the way.”

Iain had opened the door, and stood there listening to the argument. He was having difficulty believing what he was hearing... and seeing. His warriors were acting like lovesick squires while they argued over who would escort Judith.

She didn't have a clue as to their real motives, however. Judith looked confused by all the attention she was getting.

Alex drew Iain's notice. He planted his hands on the tabletop and leaned forward to glare at Brod.i.c.k. ”Isabella's cottage is close to my uncle's and I was going to stop by there anyway. Therefore, I'll see to this ch.o.r.e of showing Judith the way.”

Patrick did laugh then. Everyone seemed to notice Iain at the same moment. Judith's reaction was the most telling to Patrick's way of thinking. The joy in her expression was more than evident.

Iain looked irritated. He barely spared Judith a glance before turning his full attention to his brother. ”Now do you understand my reasons?”

Patrick nodded.

Judith and Frances Catherine shared a look. ”What reasons, Laird Iain?” Frances Catherine asked.

”Laird Iain?” Judith repeated before Iain could answer the question. ”Why don't you just call him Iain?”

Frances Catherine folded her hands together in her lap. ”Because he's our laird,” she explained.

”He's still your brother,” Judith countered. ”You shouldn't have to be so formal with him.”

Her friend nodded. She looked up at Iain and forced a smile. The warrior was intimidating to her and it took a great deal of effort to stare into his eyes. The man took up the entrance. He ducked under the door overhang, and once he was fully inside, leaned against the corner of the wall and folded his arms across his chest, his stance casual.

”Iain,” Frances Catherine began again, grimacing inside over the s.h.i.+ver in her voice. ”What reasons do you mean?”

Iain realized his sister-in-law was actually afraid of him. He was quite astonished by that revelation. He forced a mild voice in an effort to ease her fear when he answered her. ”Patrick asked that Judith be allowed to stay in the vacant cottage. I've denied his request. Your husband understands my reasons.”

Frances Catherine immediately nodded. She wasn't about to argue with her laird. Besides, the arrangement suited her just fine. She wanted Judith to stay with her and Patrick.

”Your guests are leaving now,” Iain told his brother.

Alex, Gowrie, and Brod.i.c.k immediately filed out of the cottage. Iain moved out of their way, then resumed his place near the door. He'd said something to the warriors as they walked past, but his voice was so low, neither Judith nor Frances Catherine could overhear. Patrick heard, though, and his sudden smile indicated he was amused by his brother's remarks.

”Iain, may I please speak to you in private for just a moment?” Judith asked.