'That is true,' he agreed. 'But you weren't responsible.'
'I could have tried to plead with my husband…'
'I doubt he would have listened to you,' MacBain announced. 'Tell me something, Johanna. Did he know his vassal was causing such havoc here, or was he ignorant?'
'He knew what Marshall was capable of,' she replied.
MacBain nodded. He clasped his hands behind his back and continued to stare at her. 'You tried to right the injustice,' he remarked. 'You sent your brother here after Marshall.'
'My husband's vassal had become a demigod. He didn't wish to hear the news that Raulf was dead and he was no longer needed here.'
'He was never needed here.' MacBain's voice had taken on a hard edge.
She nodded agreement. 'No, he was never needed here.'
He let out a sigh. 'Marshall had found power. Very few men can give that up.'
'Could you?'
He was surprised by her question. He started to answer yes, of course he could, but he was new to his position as laird and honestly didn't know if he could step down or not.
'I've yet to be tested,' he admitted. 'I would hope, if it was for the good of the clan, I could do whatever was asked of me, but I cannot say for certain until I'm faced with such a challenge.'
His honesty impressed her, and she smiled. 'Nicholas was angry with you because Marshall had slipped away and you wouldn't let him go after him. He said the two of you argued, then you struck him into a sound sleep. When he next opened his eyes, Marshall was in a heap at his feet.'
MacBain smiled. Nicholas had certainly softened the bloody tale.
'You're going to marry me, Johanna.'
He sounded emphatic. He wasn't smiling now. Johanna braced herself against his anger and then slowly shook her head.
'Explain the reason behind your hesitation,' he commanded.
She shook her head at him again. MacBain wasn't used to being contradicted, but he tried not to let his impatience show. He knew he wasn't very skilled in conversation with women. He certainly didn't know how to woo the fairer sex, and he knew he was making a muck out of this discussion.
Why in God's name had Johanna been given the choice in the first place? Nicholas simply should have told her she was going to get married, and that would have been the end of it. This discussion shouldn't even be taking place. Damn it all, they should be in the middle of their wedding ceremony, exchanging their vows.
'I don't like timid women.'
Johanna's shoulders straightened. 'I'm not timid,' she announced. 'I've learned to be cautious, m'lord, but I have never, ever been timid.'
'I see.' He didn't believe her.
'I don't like big men, even handsome ones.'
'You think me handsome?'
How had he managed to turn her words into a compliment? He seemed surprised, too, as though he really wasn't aware of his own appeal. 'You misunderstand, sir,' she told him. 'Being handsome is a mark against you.' She ignored his incredulous expression and repeated, 'And I especially dislike big men.'
She knew she sounded ridiculous. She didn't care. She wasn't about to back down now. She looked him right in the eye while she folded her arms across her middle and frowned up at him. Her neck was already getting a crick in it from looking up.
'What think you of my opinion, m'lord?'
The challenge was there in her stance and her tone of voice. She was bravely standing up to him now. He had the sudden urge to laugh again.
He sighed instead. 'They're daft opinions,' he told her, being as blunt as possible.
'Perhaps,' she agreed. 'But it doesn't change how I feel.'
MacBain decided he had wasted enough time on the discussion. It was high time she understood what was going to happen.
'It's a fact you aren't leaving here. You're staying with me, Johanna. We're going to be married tomorrow. That isn't an opinion by the way. It's fact.'
'You would marry me against my will?'
'I would.'
Hell, she looked terrified again. That reaction didn't sit well with him. He tried to use reason once again to gain her cooperation. He wasn't an ogre after all. He could be reasonable.
'Have you changed your mind in the past few minutes and now want to go back to England? Nicholas told me leaving England appealed to you.'
'No, I haven't changed my mind, but…'
'Can you afford to pay the fine your king demands to stay unwed?'
'No.'
'Is it Baron Williams? Nicholas mentioned to me that the Englishman wanted to marry you.' He didn't give her time to answer. 'It doesn't matter. I won't let you leave. No other man is going to have you.'
'I don't prefer Baron Williams.'
'I take it from the disgust in your voice this baron is also a handsome giant?'
'He's handsome only if you find pigs attractive, m'lord, and he's a small man in size with an even smaller mind. He is completely unacceptable to me.'
'I see,' MacBain drawled out. 'So you dislike both large and small men. Have I got that right?'
'You're making fun of me.'
'No, I'm making fun of your daft statements. Nicholas is just as big as I am,' he reminded her.
'Yes, but my brother would never hurt me.'
The truth was out. She'd blurted out the words before she could stop herself. MacBain raised one eyebrow in reaction to the telling statement.
Johanna turned her gaze to the floor but not before he saw her blush.
'Please try to understand, Laird. If a pup bit me, I would have a fair chance of surviving, but if a wolf bit me, I don't believe I would have any chance at all.'
She was trying so damned hard to be brave and failing miserably. Her terror was real and, MacBain speculated, learned from past experiences.
Long minutes passed in silence. MacBain stared at her. She stared at the floor.
'Did your husband…'
'I will not talk about him.'
He had his answer. He took a step toward her. She didn't back away. He put his hands on her shoulders and commanded her to look up at him. She took her time obeying.
His voice was a low, gruff whisper when he spoke. 'Johanna?'
'Yes, m'lord?'
'I don't bite.'
Chapter 4
They were married the following afternoon. MacBain agreed to wait that long so Father MacKechnie could prepare for the ceremony.
It was the only issue he was willing to bend on, however. Johanna wanted to return to the campsite and stay the night in her own tent near her brother, the priest, and her loyal men. Laird MacBain wouldn't hear of it. He ordered her to sleep in one of the newly built cottages along the hill, a tiny one-room affair with a single window and a stone hearth.
