Lyn Stone

The Highland Wife


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      “God’s holy mercy!” she whispered. He was naked as the day he was born!

      Eyes wide with fascination, she watched MacBain as he checked the horses for injury and resettled the packs on their saddles. The man had no shame whatsoever!

      Of course, he thought there was none to see him save his manservant, who appeared to be sleeping, Mairi reminded herself. But did he not remember that she must come out of the woods soon? Did he want her to see him so exposed?

      Her face flamed at the sight, but she could not tear her gaze away. What muscles he had, she thought as they flexed in his arms, shoulders and even his backside. Ah, that backside was something to see!

      Her hands clenched, imagining the smooth feel of all that sun-kissed skin. The desire to touch him all but overcame her….

      Praise for a few of Lyn Stone’s previous works

      Bride of Trouville

      “I could not stop reading this one…. Don’t miss this winner!”

      —Affaire de Coeur

      The Knight’s Bride

      “Stone has done herself proud with this delightful story…a cast of endearing characters and a fresh, innovative plot.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      The Wicked Truth

      “Stone has an apt hand with dialogue and creates characters with a refreshing naturalness.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      The Highland Wife

      Harlequin Historical #551

      #552 ANNE’S PERFECT HUSBAND

      Gayle Wilson

      #553 LONGSHADOW’S WOMAN

      Bronwyn Williams

      #554 LILY GETS HER MAN

      Charlene Sands

      The Highland Wife

      Lyn Stone

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      Available from Harlequin Historicals and LYN STONE

      The Wicked Truth #358

      The Arrangement #389

      The Wilder Wedding #413

      The Knight’s Bride #445

      Bride of Trouville #467

      One Christmas Night #487 “Ian’s Gift”

      My Lady’s Choice #511

      The Highland Wife #551

      Other works include:

      Silhouette Intimate Moments

      Beauty and the Badge #952

      Live-In Lover #1055

      Special thanks to my son, Eric, for providing inspiration and informal signs, to my daughter, Pamela, for her encouragement, and to my husband, Allen, for everything.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Epilogue

      Chapter One

      The Highlands

      Summer 1335

      What the devil was he doing in this place? He did not need a wife this desperately, Robert MacBain told himself. Yet here he rode, into the very heart of the unfamiliar. Into these alien hills, to wed an unseen betrothed who was likely more apprehensive than he was about the whole matter.

      Yet he was obliged to carry through. Thomas de Brus had traveled far and spent half a year arranging this marriage, urgently driven to it because his sister had spurned Rob and broken their lifelong betrothal. Rob had not the heart to refuse his friend and leave him with that guilt, but now he wished he had waited for Thomas to recover and come with him. The date of Rob’s arrival had been agreed upon, however. His bride awaited.

      So here he was, facing the only terror that ever plagued him. The unknown. The makings of his worst nightmares. This was not a fear he would ever admit aloud. Nor a thing he would avoid.

      He glanced around and up at the harsh gray peaks that defined the Highlands. This forbidding region looked so different from the Midlothian he called home. Neither did it bear any resemblance to the various places on