He nodded. She started to blush. His mouth captured hers in a long, lingering kiss. She sighed then. She was a bit rattled when he pulled away.
'You look tired, wife. You should rest.'
Gabriel made the remark on his way to the doors. She chased after him.
'You cannot be serious, m'lord.'
'I'm always serious, m'lady.'
'But I only just got out of bed. Surely you don't expect me to take a nap now.'
'I do expect you to rest,' he called over his shoulder. 'And change your plaid, Johanna. You're wearing the wrong one.'
'It's Friday, m'lady.' Calum added the reminder.
She let out a loud, unladylike sigh. Megan waited until the men had left, then hurried over to her mistress. 'Do go inside and sit down, Lady Johanna. You don't want to overdo.'
Johanna felt like screaming. She resisted the urge. 'For the love of… Megan, do I look ill to you?'
The Maclaurin woman studied her closely before shaking her head. ' 'Tis the truth you look fit to me.'
'Are you going to sit down and rest?' Johanna asked.
'I've got work to do,' Megan answered. 'I don't have time to sit.'
'Neither do I,' Johanna muttered. 'It's high time I took an interest in the running of this household. I've been entirely too self-consumed. All that's going to change, however. Starting now.'
Megan had never seen her mistress sound so commanding. 'But, m'lady, your husband has ordered you to rest.'
Johanna shook her head. She rattled off the list of chores she wanted to complete by nightfall, gave Megan permission to enlist the help of two more servants, and then announced she was going to speak to Cook about dinner.
'Please fetch my bow and arrows from my chamber,' Johanna requested. She started toward the back of the keep. 'If Cook's in an accommodating mood, we'll have rabbit stew for dinner. I'm certain I can cajole Auggie into doing a spot of hunting with me. I'll be back before the nooning hour, Megan.'
'You can't go hunting, m'lady. Your husband forbade you to leave.'
'No, he didn't,' Johanna countered. 'He merely suggested I rest. He never once mentioned hunting, now did he?'
'But he meant…'
'Don't try to second-guess your laird. And quit your worrying. I promise I'll be back before I'm missed.'
Megan shook her head. 'You won't get ten paces outside before you're spotted by Keith… or is it Calum responsible for looking out for you today?'
'I'm praying each believes the other has that duty.'
She hurried out the back door, turned left, and crossed the courtyard to the building housing the kitchen. She intro duced herself to Cook and added an apology for taking so long to make her acquaintance. Cook's name was Hilda. She was an older woman with streaks of gray in her red hair. She wore the MacBain plaid. She seemed appreciative of Johanna's interest in her duties and took her on a tour of the pantry.
'If I'm lucky on my hunt and snare some rabbits, would you be willing to prepare them for our dinner tonight?'
Hilda nodded. 'I make a fine rabbit stew,' Hilda boasted. 'But I'll need at least ten, unless they're plump. Then nine will do.'
'Wish me good hunting then,' Johanna called out. She hurried back to the great hall, took her bow and arrows from Megan, and then left by the back door again.
She took the long way around to the stables. Sean didn't want to saddle her horse for her. She coaxed him into the duty with a smile and a promise not to leave the meadow. She implied she had Gabriel's permission. It wasn't an outright lie, just a little fabrication, but she still felt guilty.
She had another mare made ready for Auggie. It was presumptuous on her part to assume he would agree to ride with her, she supposed, but she didn't want to waste any time. If Auggie did go with her, she didn't want to have to go back to the stables. Keith or Calum would surely try to stop her then.
Auggie was lining up his shot in the center of the meadow when Johanna interrupted him.
'I'm not in the mood to go hunting for rabbits,' he announced.
'I was hoping you'd be more agreeable,' Johanna countered. 'And while we were looking for our rabbits, I thought you might be inclined to show me exactly where the cave is hidden. I couldn't find it yesterday.'
Auggie shook his head. 'I'll ride as far as the ridge with you, girl, and point the direction once again, but that's as much time as I'm willing to take away from my game.'
Auggie climbed up on the horse, took the reins from Johanna, and led the way.
'I'd like your permission to tell my husband about the barrels of liquid gold,' she said.
'It weren't a secret I was keeping, lass.'
'Would you be willing to share the brew with your laird? He could use it to barter for supplies.'
'The drink belongs to my laird. I owe my life to MacBain, but you wouldn't be knowing about that. Most of the MacBains pledged their loyalty for good reason. He gave them their pride back. I won't be denying him anything, least of all Highland brew. Why, I'd even quit my game if he asked me to,' he added with a dramatic nod.
Auggie stopped at the top of the ridge and pointed to the line of trees angling down the north side. He told Johanna to start counting the trees, starting at the base of the hill with the crooked pine and working her way back up. She reached the number twelve when he stopped her.
'That's the break you're looking for, between those trees,' he instructed. 'You were taking the wider path higher up when you went looking, weren't you, lass?'
'I was,' she replied. 'Will you please reconsider and come along with me?'
Auggie declined her invitation a second time. 'Let the younger soldiers trail you, Johanna. And don't be telling the Maclaurins about the liquid gold. Let our laird decide what he wants to do with the treasure.'
'But the Maclaurins are part of our clan now, Auggie,' she argued.
The old MacBain warrior snorted. 'They keep their noses up in the air around us,' he said. 'Think they're so high and mighty, they do. None of them were cast out, you see.'
'I don't see,' Johanna countered. 'I was told they begged my husband to give them aid against the English and…'
'That's true,' Auggie interrupted. 'His father was the Laird Maclaurin. 'Course he never acknowledged his bastard son, not even when death was waiting on his last breath. The Maclaurins have conveniently forgotten MacBain's a bastard. They know he's got Maclaurin blood in him, I suppose. Still, they don't have any use for the rest of us.'
Johanna shook her head. 'I'll wager the MacBain sol diers fought by their leader's side during the battle to save the Maclaurins.'
'You'd win a fair amount then, for it's true, we did fight with our laird.'
'Have the Maclaurins forgotten that fact?'
She was getting riled over the Maclaurins' attitude and trying not to let it show. Auggie smiled. 'You're outraged for the MacBains, aren't you, girl? You're making yourself one of us.'
The sparkle in Auggie's handsome eyes made her smile. His praise and his opinion of her were both important. In the short time she'd known him, she'd come to value his friendship… and his guidance. Auggie took the time to listen to her. 'Twas the truth no one else did. He never told her to rest either, she thought to herself.
'Now what has you scowling?'
She shook her head. 'I was just considering my circumstances,' she remarked.
'Again? You'll give yourself a pounding headache thinking about your circumstances all the time. Good hunting, Johanna,' he added with a nod. He turned his mount and headed back to his meadow.
Johanna rode in the opposite direction. She'd almost reached the path Auggie had shown her when a white- haired rabbit came racing into the clearing. She tucked the reins under her left knee, reached for an arrow, secured it in her bow and took aim. The rabbit went down just as another came loping across her path.
Something must have spooked the animals into leaving their hiding places, for in less than twenty minutes, she'd collected eight plump ones and one rather scrawny one. She stopped at the stream, washed her arrows, and
