Part 69 (1/2)

”Husband, you're going to miss your important meeting,” she whispered.

”Yes,” he agreed. He let go of her. He waited for her to look up at him, and when she did, he leaned down and kissed her sweet mouth.

He took hold of her hand and led her back inside. He didn't turn toward the great hall, however, but started up the stairs, pulling his wife after him.

”Where are we going?” she asked him in a whisper.

”To our chamber.”

”But the meeting-”

”We'll have our own meeting.”

She didn't understand. He opened the door to the bedroom, winked at his wife, and then gave her a gentle little shove to get her inside.

”What is the purpose of this meeting?”

He shut the door, bolted it, and turned his attention to Judith. ”Satisfaction,” he announced. ”Take your clothes off and I'll explain in detail what I mean.”

Her immediate blush told him she'd caught on to his game. She laughed, a full, rich sound that made his heartbeat accelerate. He leaned against the door and watched her battle her embarra.s.sment.

He hadn't even touched her yet, but he was already feeling incredibly content. He hadn't realized, until she came into his life, what a bleak, cold existence he'd led. It was as though he'd moved around in a fog of duties and responsibilities all his life, never allowing himself time to think about what he was missing.

Judith had changed his life completely, of course. He found such joy just being with her. He took time to do inconsequential things now, such as teasing her to gain her always refres.h.i.+ng reaction. He liked touching her, too. Oh Lord, how he liked the feel of her soft body pressed up against him. He liked the way she blushed over the most insignificant things, the way she shyly tried to order him around.

She was a delightful confusion to him. He knew it had been difficult for her to plead for the women in the clan, yet she hadn't let her own shyness stop her from championing their cause for better treatment.

Judith was strong-willed, courageous, and extremely tenderhearted.

And he was in love with her.

Lord help him now, he thought to himself. She had captured his heart. He didn't know whether to laugh or roar. Judith paused in her task of removing her clothes to look at him. She wore only her white chemise now and was reaching for the chain holding her father's ring around her neck when she caught Iain's dark expression.

”Is something wrong?” she asked.

”I asked you not to wear that ring,” he reminded her.

”You asked me not to wear it to bed at night,” she countered. ”And I never have, have I?”

His frown intensified. ”Why do you wear it during the day? Do you have a special attachment for the thing?”

”No.”

”Then why the h.e.l.l do you wear it?”

She couldn't understand why he was becoming so vexed with her. ”Because Janet and Bridget are now coming into our chamber to clean, and I didn't want either one of them to find the ring and wonder about it.” She lifted her shoulders in a delicate shrug. ”The ring's become a nuisance. I do believe I would like to get rid of it.”

Now would probably be the perfect time to tell him who the ring belonged to and why she was so worried someone might recognize the distinctive design and guess it was Laird Maclean's.

She put the chain and ring back in the chest for the night and closed the lid. Then she turned around to look at him. She would tell him now. ”Do you remember, right before we were married, you told me my background didn't matter to you?”