Ennis gave Alex a slight bow. “Laird MacDonell.”
“Any man of my wife’s clan is welcome at Glengarry.”
“We will nae be any trouble, and I will try to keep Anabel out from underfoot. We will take our leave on the morrow.”
“And who is this bonny creature?” asked Aunt Iseabail, strolling into the bailey.
Sybella turned, and before she had a chance to speak, Anabel curtseyed. “’Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance, m’lady.
“Aye, ye are doing verra well.” Sybella rubbed her hand over Anabel’s curly locks.
“’Tis my great honor to meet such a well-mannered lass,” said Aunt Iseabail, beaming with approval.
“Ennis and Lady Anabel will be our guests for the eve, Aunt.”
Aunt Iseabail clapped her hands in excitement. “That is positively delightful. I will have the maids ready your chambers. If ye follow me, I will show ye to your rooms.”
“My lady, please donna trouble yourself. Anabel and I can sleep in the stable. We donna have to sleep in the cas—”
Aunt Iseabail shook her head in disapproval. “Donna be ridiculous. Come.”
While Anabel and Ennis followed Aunt Iseabail, Sybella studied her husband. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood tall, domineering. She wished she could become proficient at reading his mind. “Alex, I hope ye arenae angry that Ennis and Anabel would pay a visit.”
He reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. She was shocked at the impact of his gentle grip. “Ella, it would take much, much more to fire my ire than to have a wee bonny lass under my roof for an eve. How could I be angry now that I am gifted with two such beauties? Anabel is from your village?”
Relief passed over Sybella’s face. “Aye, I would often take walks with Mary to spend time with Anabel. The poor lass has two older brothers who sometimes arenae too kind to her.”
Alex stood to his full height. “Do ye want me to have words with them? Some men say I am a verra fierce laird.”
“Aye, I can see how fierce ye are with Aunt Iseabail and it truly frightens me,” she said with a more relaxed tone.
His voice was low, alluring. “Now Ella, ye know ye cannae yet speak openly of my prowess, except perhaps in our bed.”
Alex watched Sybella’s cheeks turn crimson. Although she was now his wife, he loved to see that he could still get a reaction from her. The woman held up better than Alex had expected. Granted, their marriage did not have the best of beginnings—between Aunt Iseabail’s jaunt into the woods and someone taking aim at Sybella’s head. But at least the lass was not cowering in the corner somewhere in tears. She was strong, and he actually found that quite refreshing.
John approached Alex in the bailey. “Who is the MacKenzie man? I donna recognize him.”
“He comes from Sybella’s village,” said Alex.
“So soon after the MacKenzie departed?”
“The man said his wife had fallen ill and couldnae travel to the celebration. The lass and Sybella are close, but I donna believe in chance occurrences. This MacKenzie man arrives shortly after someone tries to harm Sybella. My wife may trust him, but I donna. Have someone other than Ian keep a watchful eye on him. He might speak in truth, but I will nae leave anything to chance.”
Alex couldn’t help but notice the strange look upon John’s face. “What?”
John shook his head. “’Tis naught. I am only relieved to see ye still hold some sense and donna fully trust the MacKenzies. Your new wife doesnae yet hold your bollocks in the palm of her hand, and I am glad to see it.”
“Your words provide me with much entertainment,” Alex said dryly. “Make sure the men stay alert.” He gave John a brief nod and then walked through the bailey.
Another blessed night with another MacKenzie underfoot. Ennis and his daughter appeared harmless enough, but Alex had had his fill of Sybella’s kin. He stopped himself mid-thought. The lass probably felt the same way about the MacDonells, and soon enough the MacGregors would be in attendance as well.
As he prepared to sup, Alex couldn’t stay the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. How could there be no trace of the man who had tried to kill Sybella? That was practically an impossible feat. In fact, he didn’t know a single man who could be so skillful at hiding his trail. That was something he would surely contemplate. Perhaps the MacGregor could shed some light.
Alex entered the great hall to see that his wife and aunt had already taken their seats on the dais with Ennis and Anabel. He greeted his guests and took his seat beside Sybella. He couldn’t help but notice the lightened expression on the face of his wife as she conversed with the young lass.
“Can I give it to her now, Papa?” asked Anabel. When Ennis nodded his head in agreement, Anabel’s eyes glowed with enjoyment. She handed Sybella a small cloth bag. “’Tis a gift for your wedding.”
Sybella opened the bag and pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with tiny flowers around the edges. “Anabel, I absolutely adore this. Thank ye.”
“Mother made it, but I told her to put on the flowers since ye like the garden so much.”
“I shall treasure it always.” Sybella wrapped her arms around Anabel and kissed the top of the girl’s head. “It was a verra thoughtful gift. And how is your mother feeling?”
“She was in bed with a fever, but she is doing much better,” said Ennis, taking a drink from his tankard.
“I am relieved to hear it.”
Alex leaned forward. “Tell me, Lady Anabel, do ye have any lads that favor your company?”
Anabel crinkled her nose. “The only lads are my brothers. They donna let me play with them, but ’tis all right. I play by myself and can do things a lot faster without them anyway. Who needs
Alex choked on his ale.
Ennis pretended to be fascinated with his meal and Alex coughed. Sybella believed a quick change of subject was in order.
“If ye are finished with your meal, Anabel, do ye want to see the gardens?”
“If ye see the dolt who pulled my roses, tell me, Sybella,” said Aunt Iseabail, waving her finger. “Who knows what that beast will target next!”
“I will be sure to let ye know if I see him, Aunt.” She looked at Alex, and his eyes widened.
He leaned in close. “I thought she would have forgotten by now,” he whispered.
“I donna think that is going to happen anytime soon.” Sybella stood and held out her hand to Anabel. “Come, Anabel, and I will show ye Lady Iseabail’s bonny flowers.”
The girl jumped out of her seat. “Aye! I would love to!” She turned toward her father.
“’Tis all right, but ye stay close and listen to Lady Sybella.”
“Aye, Papa,” said Anabel, exasperated. Turning like a whirlwind, she shook Sybella’s hand. “Let us take our leave.”
Sybella walked leisurely through the garden hand in hand with Anabel. When the girl swung their hands, Sybella couldn’t help but smile. What she wouldn’t give to be that young and innocent again. Her biggest concern would’ve been spying on Colin. A little voice pulled her from her musings.
“Do ye like it here, Sybella, or do ye want to come home?” asked Anabel with a serious look on her face.
Sybella smiled warmly. “I will always miss ye and Kintail, but Glengarry is now my home.”
“But donna ye miss us?”
Sybella knelt down, turning Anabel to face her. “Of course I do, but I am now wed and my place is beside my husband.” Something in that statement gnawed at Sybella’s gut. She continued to speak in a soothing tone while she rubbed Anabel’s arms. “I told ye before I wed that doesnae mean ye cannae come to visit and that I cannae come to visit with ye. Ye arenae that far away. Do ye understand?”
