was near. He was that averse to having her as his wife?
'How in the hell did you plan to end the marriage?' he demanded. 'How?'
'I'm sure my father can manage something—'
'It will no' bloody stop me, Jane. I dinna sign on for more. If our annulment does no' go as planned, I will still leave you.'
Her heart went cold. Memories of loneliness and hopelessness washed over her.
He'd left her before without a warning. He would again, this time after telling her to her face that nothing would cleave him to her—even as she sat naked in a bed still warmed from him.
No longer would she open herself up to him. She couldn't.Self-preservation, Janey. Hugh MacCarrick was the only man who could ever make her cry. False smile in place, she said with all honesty, 'Of course you will leave me, darling. I never expected anything else from you.'
He shot her another disillusioned look, then strode away.
After his behavior the night before, this morning had already been grueling enough. But now to learn that Jane had definitely had at least one man was punishing for him.
He'd suspected she and Bidworth had been lovers, but toknow …
The idea of Bidworth, or another man like him, taking her innocence made Hugh's stomach clench, made him want to roar with fury. He felt this even as he knew he had no right to, no right to hate the fact that she'd welcomed another—or others—into her bed.
He'd said those things to Jane out of jealousy and because he'd been furious with himself—for one foggy moment when he first awakened, he'd been about to start the madness again. Even now, he found himself wishing he'd just gone ahead and taken her last night, or even this morning, when she'd looked so tousled and well- loved.
He'd taken his frustrations out on her, sounding like some inflexible old-guard Tory, and she hadn't deserved it.
Jane was unique and independent, and she couldn't be judged by others' standards. She was twenty-seven and had a very healthy sexual appetite. Even as he understood this, the idea of her appeasing her needs with others maddened him.
Because he was obsessed with her. He wanted her to lavish that desire on him, wanted her all to himself. The idea of Bidworth trying to handle all her passion was laughable. After last night, Hugh knew that he was the man for it—even as he knew he could never allow himself to have her.
He'd given her a few hours to get over her pique, but now they needed to talk about what the hell they were going to do about their annulment. Hugh loped to her room, but found no sign of her. He made his way to the upstairs parlor. After dressing this morning, she'd sat in the window seat there for hours, gazing out at Vinelands as she had for the last two days.
He and his brothers used to do the same constantly. They'd first traveled down to this property at the suggestion of concerned relatives in the clan. Ethan had just received the injury to his face and would be able to heal in a more private setting; Court would have no one to fight….
They'd been there only a week before the Weylands had descended on the area.
From the lofty vantage of Ros Creag, the three brothers had sat and watched the goings-on at Vinelands. Always a huge fire burned outside, peopledanced in the yard, and singing and raucous laughter carried across the water.
Hugh, Ethan, and Court had gawked in confusion. Their existence had been dour, their home in the north of Scotland dark ever since the death of their father. They'd rarely spoken to their mother, Fiona, who couldn't recover from the loss of her beloved husband Leith.
The day he'd died, Fiona had pulled at her hair, screaming at her sons, 'I told you no' to read it! How many times did I tell you? It always wins!'
Hugh shook himself, preparing to face Jane as he entered the parlor—the empty parlor. She wasn't in the window seat. Excellent, she was avoiding him again.
Or would she have tried to leave, after his callous words this morning?
A sense of unease settled over him. He bellowed her name. Nothing. Just as he was about to go tearing through the house, some movement outside caught his attention. He glanced out the window, saw bairns piling out onto the front lawn at Vinelands, with some harried woman running after them. Adults alighted from carriages. Weylands were here?Now? Brows drawn, he strode forward to peer out.
And spotted a glimpse of Jane's green riding skirt on the shore path to Vinelands.
He bounded down the stairs, then outside onto the terrace, disbelieving his eyes. As though she sensed him, she turned back, gave him a sarcastic salute, then turned away dismissively. Sprinting for the stable, he vowed he'd tie her arse to a chair before she did this again. He looped a bit on his horse, not taking time for a saddle, before charging hell-bent along the path.
As he neared, Jane began racing for Vinelands as if for a friendly country's border. But Hugh dropped from his horse to the ground and snared her around the waist in one fluid movement.
Swinging her around to face him, he snapped, 'Never, never leave like that again!'
'Or what?' she asked, panting.
He clutched her slim shoulders. 'Or I'll tie your arse to a bed.' When hadchair becomebed ?
'Not likely, you brute—'
'Brute? This brute's tryin' to protect you, yet you treat all this like it's a game.'
'How can I not when you tell me nothing? You've given me nothing truly tangible to worry about! You and Father both said Grey isn't in England, so how could he have followed us here?'
'Why take that risk?' Hugh said, loosening his hold on her shoulders. 'Why're there Weylands here now?'
'They like the quiet season.'
'You knew they were coming?'
She nodded. 'Hugh, I need to go there. It's important to me.'
'Why did you no' just ask me to take you?'
She rolled her eyes. 'I knew you wouldn't let me. But I'm asking you now to come with me.'
Go with her? To the other side?No' bloody likely. 'I canna keep an eye on you among all of them.' He was so unused to being around groups of people, it made him constantly wary. Much less aroundthese people. 'And how would you explain us?'
'I'd tell them the truth.' Her chin went up. 'We're married. That's all I'd say, for right now. In the future, I'll explain what happened.'
'Too many people,' he insisted. He had no wish for Jane to know how utterly inept he was in social situations.
'This is my family. They'll never say a word. You've never seen such a loyal family.'
'Jane, you've got to understand that your life is on the line.'
'Look me in the eyes and tell me that a day at Vinelands will put my life in more danger than staying at Ros Creag.'
Hugh opened his mouth to speak, then closed it directly. If Grey had somehow made it past the net into England, then he would have Ethan breathing down his neck long before he ever thought to approach Ros Creag. And if he somehow got past Ethan, Grey would have to traverse the lake by ferry, which could be seen from Vinelands.
Technically, Hugh deemed it safe enough. But the last social event he had attended as a participant, not just skulking in the shadows, had been the festivities the night before Ethan's ill-fated wedding, and Hugh had never seen any of those guests again.
His next attempt was to be a day at Vinelands? A trial by fire? Damn it, he'd avoided this all those times in the past—yet now she expected him to voluntarily walk among the mad, carefree Weylands. He'd be more comfortable walking into a hail of bullets.
And God help him if Jane told her cousins about his behavior the night before. He shuddered at the possibility. A trial by inferno. 'Does no' matter. I've told you we're returning. So that's what we're going to do.'
She bit her lip and gazed up at him with those big, green eyes. When he realized she was about to ask in a
