Part 22 (2/2)
While Emma dusted off her hands, a satisfied smile curving her lips, the rest of them crept closer, gathering around to gaze down at the earl's motionless form.
But only Bon dared to nudge him with the toe of his boot. ”What do ye know aboot that, Jamie? I do believe the la.s.s just spared ye the trouble o' shooting him. I always said he wasn't worth the powder it would take to blow him up.”
”Or the rope it would take to hang him,” the colonel added dryly, signaling his men to drag both Dockett and the earl's body from the abbey.
”Hold on just as minute,” Ian said as they lifted the earl. He yanked the Hepburn plaid unceremoniously from his uncle's shoulders. ”I don't believe he'll have need of this where he's going. I've heard it's quite warm there.”
When the redcoats and his uncle's body were gone, Ian draped the plaid over Jamie's shoulders as if it was the mantle of a conquering king. ”Congratulations, Sin! It only took the Sinclairs five centuries to win back their castle. I hope you realize that since you're now legally my cousin and the new earl of Hepburn, I have every intention of sponging mercilessly off your extensive fortune. As a matter of fact, there's this little property just outside Edinburgh that's recently come to my attention...” He trailed off, peering into Jamie's face. ”What's wrong? Are you already sulking because I forgot to address you as 'my lord'?”
Jamie was fingering the rich red and black wool of the Hepburn plaid as if he'd never seen it before. He slowly lifted his head, his gaze sweeping the pews. Every eye in that abbey was fixed on him as the wedding guests struggled to absorb the astonis.h.i.+ng news that their new laird was not only a Hepburn but a Sinclair.
He wheeled on Emma, panic dawning in his eyes. ”Bluidy h.e.l.l, la.s.s, what have you done? I told you this wasn't what I wanted!”
Emma stood her ground, facing him just as boldly as she had faced the Hepburn. ”Just what do you want? To spend the rest of your life hiding on that mountain? To s.h.i.+eld your heart from every risk, every ache, until you end up old and all alone just like your grandfather?” She shook her head. ”Don't you see? This isn't about what you want. It's about who you are. Your parents dreamed of ending the feud between the Hepburns and the Sinclairs and they succeeded beyond their wildest imaginings. They created a link between the two clans that could never be broken. And that link is you.”
He touched a hand to her cheek in a lingering caress, his eyes shadowed by a fierce sorrow. ”I'm sorry, la.s.s, but draping me in plaid and calling me a Hepburn doesn't make it so. I'll always be a Sinclair at heart. I can't be caged by castle walls.”
Tugging the garment from his shoulders, he tossed it back to Ian. Emma could only watch in stunned disbelief as he turned his back on her and went striding toward the door, rejecting not only his destiny but her love. She drew his mother's necklace from the bodice of her gown, taking comfort in the weight of that ancient cross in her hand.
”I know what you believe,” she called out, both her heart and her eyes spilling over with love for him. ”But your parents' love didn't destroy them. It saved them. Because it was their love that created you and as long as you live on in this world, there's a part of them that will always survive.”
Jamie just kept walking.
As he approached the pool of sunlight spilling through the abbey doors, Emma discovered that the Sinclairs didn't have a monopoly on either revenge or tempers. ”Go ahead and run, Jamie Sinclair! Run away from the only woman you'll ever truly love. Why, the Hepburn was right about you all along! You're nothing but a miserable coward! But don't worry. I'm sure you'll be very happy with nothing but your memories and your pride to warm your bed during those long, cold Highland winters. And your sheep sheep!”
Jamie froze in his tracks.
”Aw, h.e.l.l, la.s.s,” Bon breathed into the stunned silence that had fallen over the church. ”Why'd ye have to go and say that?”
Jamie's men began to back away from her as Jamie slowly turned, gazing at her with such scorching intensity she wondered how she could have ever thought his eyes were cold. Everyone else seemed to disappear. It was as if they were the only two souls in that abbey, the only two souls in the world.
Shaking his head, he came striding back toward her, his eyes narrowed and his jaw as hard as granite. She had seen that look on his face before, the very first time he had driven his horse down that aisle to steal her away from another man.
”What are you doing?” she whispered as he drew nearer, torn between hope and alarm.
”Making the biggest mistake of my life,” he said grimly, before dragging her into his arms and claiming her lips in a wild and desperate kiss that stole both her breath and her heart away.
It was the kiss of a lover, the kiss of a conqueror, the kiss of a man who was not only willing to seize his destiny but to fight for it-and for her-with every breath in his body until the day he died.
By the time he finally surrendered her lips, she was light-headed with desire and giddy with joy.
He cupped her cheek in his big, warm hand with devastating tenderness, no longer trying to hide the desperate desire-or the love-s.h.i.+ning in his own eyes. ”I wasted so many years searching for the truth when I should have been searching for you. I didn't ruin you, la.s.s. You ruined me. Ruined me for any woman that isn't you.”
She gazed up at him through a s.h.i.+mmering mist of tears. ”Then I suppose I have no choice but to marry you, do I? Because no one else will have you.”
His brow furrowed in a mock scowl. ”How do I know you're not just a greedy English la.s.s marrying me for my t.i.tle and fortune?”
”Oh, but I am! I want it all! Jewels, furs, land, gold... and a strapping young lover to warm my bed.”
”Only one?”
She nodded solemnly. ”The only one I'll ever need.”
As their lips met for another wild and tender kiss, Bon leaned over to peer behind the altar.
The minister was still cowering there, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands clasped in fervent prayer.
”Now that yer prayers have been answered, sir, I do believe the new earl and his bride are goin' to have need o' yer services.”
Epilogue.
”Ah, just look at the dear la.s.s! She's all a'tremble with joy.”
”And who could blame her? She's probably been dreamin' o' this day her entire life.”
”'Tis every la.s.s' dream, is it not? To wed a handsome young laird who can afford to grant her every wish?”
”And the lad should consider himself blessed to have snared such a Great Beauty. Her freckles are so becomin' I'm thinkin' o' tossin' me own jar o' Gowland's Lotion right in the trash.”
Emmaline Marlowe smiled at the women's whispers. She had had been dreaming of this day her entire life. been dreaming of this day her entire life.
She'd dreamed of standing before an altar and pledging her heart and her lifelong fidelity to the man she adored. She'd never caught a clear glimpse of his face in those misty dreams but now she knew he had broad, powerful shoulders, thick sable hair and frosty green eyes that flared with desire every time he looked at her.
A wistful sigh drifted to her ears. ”And just look at him! He cuts a magnificent figure in red and black, doesn't he? I've never seen anyone wear the Hepburn plaid with such... vigor vigor.”
”Indeed! It does one's heart proud. And you can tell he positively dotes upon the la.s.s.”
Agreeing with them wholeheartedly, Emma lifted her eyes to meet the adoring gaze of her bridegroom.
There could be no denying the pa.s.sion smoldering in Jamie Sinclair's eyes as he vowed to love, honor and cherish her for the rest of their days. Once the minister p.r.o.nounced G.o.d's blessing on their union, he would be free to sweep her up in his powerful embrace and carry her to the tower bedchamber where generations of his Hepburn ancestors had come to claim their brides.
He would lay her back on the satin coverlet and lower his lips to hers. He would kiss her tenderly, yet pa.s.sionately, as his hands sifted through the silky softness of the copper-tinted curls spilling over the- The minister cleared his throat, jerking Emma out of her dreamy reverie and giving her a disapproving look over the top of his spectacles.
She dutifully repeated her vows, only too eager for him to p.r.o.nounce them man and wife.
But instead of doing that, he began to read another endless pa.s.sage from the Book of Common Order.
Jamie scowled. That scowl continued to deepen until he finally reached down and seized the book by its spine, snapping it closed. ”Excuse me, sir, but are we done here?”
The minister blinked up at Jamie, plainly fearing he might be on the verge of drawing a pistol from his plaid or perhaps sending one of his men for a horse to trample them all. ”I... I suppose so.”
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