School For Heiresses 3- Beware A Scot's Revenge by Sabrina Jeffries Page B

from me, so you might as well get used to it.”
    With a sigh, she relinquished her hopes for escaping him here. But despair dogged her steps as they left the carriage. Why must everything be his way?
    The beast halted beside a shallow ravine. “Down there you’ll be out of sight of the road. I’ll put my back to you, but you have to talk to me the whole time. If you’re quiet more than a moment, I’ll turn around. Understood?”
    Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Gritting her teeth, she nodded, then descended the few yards to the bottom. She’d barely found a place to stand when he barked, “Talk to me, lass.”
    She cursed him soundly.
    He chuckled. “That’ll do fine, it will.”
    Lifting her skirts, she scrambled for something to say. “Are we headed to Rosscraig?”
    “A place near there. It’s where I’ve been living ever since your father sent men to kill me.”
    “Someone may have tried to have you killed, but it wasn’t Papa. A man like you probably has hundreds of enemies.”
    “None who proclaim their connection to yer father right before they—” He broke off suddenly.
    “Before they what?”
    “Nothing,” he snapped. “Just do what you’re supposed to, will you, Princess Proud? And hurry it up.”
    “I would appreciate your not calling me that.” She finished relieving herself. “We aren’t children anymore, after all.”
    “That’s for damned sure,” he muttered, almost to himself.
    She glanced at him in alarm, but he still had his back to her. Perhaps there was some measure of civilized man lurking inside him, after all. Perhaps she’d been going about this all wrong, fighting him when she should be cozying up to him, lulling him into lowering his guard. She walked up the ravine. “I’m done. And I do appreciate—” She broke off as she cleared the top.
    “Oh, my word.”
    Lachlanglanced over at her. “What?”
    The sun set over the mountains far beyond, casting the heights in plum-hued shadows of regal beauty. With the shade down in the coach, she’d missed this glorious view. Lavenders spilled into pinks that spilled into sunbursts so vibrant, they stung her eyes. “I haven’t been home in so long,” she whispered.
    “And there it is, smiling at me from the distance.”
    His gaze followed the direction of her hand, and his face softened.
    “The tall mountain there is Ben Lawers.”
    She let out a breath. “It’s like looking at a dream. A haunting, ancient dream that has teased me ever since I left. It’s so very lovely.”
    “Aye, that it is, lass.”
    Glancing up at his face, she was surprised to see pleasure shining there. “You always said you hated Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html theHighlands . You couldn’t wait to be away.”
    “I was a fool, too full of myself to recognize what’s important.”
    “And what is that?”
    That fierce look stole over his face again, and he looked the very picture of aHighland warrior. “Home. A man’s kin. It’s where I belong, and that will ne’er change.” Then he took her arm with impatience.
    “Back to the carriage, my lady. Move along.”
    She walked beside him in silence. What had she said to upset him? As a boy, he’d been capable of laughter. This surlyLachlan was a stranger to her.
    As they climbed in the carriage and she settled into her seat,Lachlan ordered Jamie to drive on. She reached to lift the other shade, wanting to keep the view in her sights as they traveled, but he stayed her hand. “Leave it shut.”
    “Why?” She struggled against him. “We’re miles from anywhere. No one will see.”
    He held her hand in a crushing grip. “Leave it shut, or I’ll tie you up.”
    She stopped fighting him. She’d never be able to escape if he bound her. When he saw that he’d won yet again, he released her. Throwing herself back against the seat, she struggled to restrain her temper. Getting angry hadn’t worked