Maclean Curse - How To Abduct A Highland Lord Part 11

He took a deep breath, straightened his coat, which had somehow come askew, and made his way to the front steps. He stumbled only once more, catching the railing when he did so. The footman, who'd made a grab toward him, stepped back into place and pretended he hadn't noticed a thing.

"I didn't fall," Jack said, carefully watching the footman.

"No, my lord," the footman said immediately. "You did not."

Jack grinned, absurdly pleased. "You are a good man...ah...Charles?"

"I am Peter, my lord. Charles was here before me."

"Ah, yes. A shorter fellow with dark hair."

"Yes, my lord."

Fiona thought he was callous and hard-hearted because he did not take the time to know his servants.

Well, he'd show her. He'd find out what had happened to Charles and amaze her with his knowledge.

Really, Kennelsworth and Devons.h.i.+re had it all wrong-this marriage thing wasn't such a difficult proposition. All he had to do was modify his behavior in a few small ways but make a big deal over those changes. That would temper her ladys.h.i.+p's annoying propensity to think the worst of him.

Jack turned to the footman. "So, ah...Peter, why did Charles leave my employ?"

The footman blinked. "Because he wished to marry Jane, my lord. She is the upstairs maid to Sir Broughton." "Ah. And when is the happy day?"

"The...the happy day, my lord?"

Jack took a deep breath and enunciated each word with great care. "The marriage. When is it?"

The footman gulped a bit. "M-my lord, Charles left three years ago. He and Jane have a child now. She

just turned two years of age." Jack blinked. "Then...you've worked for me since?" "No, my lord." Jack relaxed a bit. "How long have you worked for me?" "Twelve years, my lord." Jack blinked. "Twelve? You said you'd only recently become a footman!" "Yes, my lord. Before that, I worked under your head groom, Mr. Lachney." "There you go!" Jack said, feeling vindicated. "Thatis why I do not recognize you. I daresay I rarely saw you if you worked in the stables."

"Actually, my lord," Peter said, looking miserable, "I saw you every day. I was your outrider since I was

twelve."

Jack stared. "How old are you now?"

"Twenty-four, my lord."

Good G.o.d. The man had been his outrider for nine years and then his footman for three, and Jack could

not remember a bit of it. Maybe-just maybe-Fiona was right, and he did ignore his servants.

G.o.d, he needed another drink. He could not think this through now. "Thank you, Peter."

The footman managed a bow.

Jack looked across the portico to the front door. It would be opened by yet another footman, and

working with that footman would be others, all of whom had names that he did not know. "b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, I'll need a b.l.o.o.d.y list to remember them all!" He rubbed his forehead and wished he hadn' t had that last snifter of brandy; he was rather foxed. Well, it would serve his cheeky wife well-that's what she got for being so d.a.m.ned seductive and for sending a rain storm after him. He needed something to eat. A man could only take so much witchery on an empty stomach. Jack paused at the top of the steps, one hand on the banister. He'd have to let go of the banister to reach the door, and he wasn't certain that was a wise idea. He was contemplating his options when a deep voice rich with a Scottish brogue said, "Och, now, what have we here?"

Another voice, even deeper, answered, "'Tis none other than black-hearted Jack Kincaid, the drunken scalawag who stole away our sister."

Jack sighed and glanced up at the sky. Was G.o.d angry? Was that why he kept sending these tests?

"Aye," replied yet another voice, "that's who 'tis. Now kill him. I'm famished and there are warm pasties at the inn."

"Aye, hurry things along," said another. There was a distinctive sound, as if someone had cracked his knuckles menacingly.

Jack turned, one hand still clutched the railing. Fiona's brothers, all four of them, were standing on his walkway, and here he was, ape-drunk.

He closed his eyes and said a short, fervent prayer. When he opened his eyes, they were still there, all four of them obviously angry.

There was nothing for it but to face them, the jacka.s.ses. Jack put his foot back on the steps and made his way down, holding on to the railing and hoping they wouldn't notice the world was slowly slanting to the left.

The morning sun outlined Fiona's brothers with rays of gold, as if they were Gabriel and his archangels come to enact vengeance.

But if there was one thing Jack knew about the MacLeans, it was that the only angel in the family was now residing inhis bed.

The thought made him grin. They may be furious with him, but it didn't change things. Fiona was his. They'd not do anything to dishonor their sister or cause her embarra.s.sment.

The thought gave him courage. Jack squinted in the light, then cursed and moved to the other side of the stairs so the sun did not s.h.i.+ne in his eyes.

Talldid not begin to describe Fiona's brothers. They were ma.s.sively built, with bulging muscles and thick necks. All were dark-haired like Fiona except Dougal, which Jack found amusing, as the nameDougal meant "dark stranger." Unlike Fiona, whose green eyes showed her every emotion, her brothers' eyes were so dark they appeared black. And every one of them glared at Jack.

"What a pleasant surprise." Jack leaned against the railing, tipping his hat down to shade his eyes a bit more. "The lost brothers of Fiona MacLean. Oh. Wait. FionaKincaid ."

"Do not push us, fool," Dougal growled. "We came to be certain our sister is well."

"Aye," agreed Hugh. Older than Dougal by a year, he appeared much older because of the streak of white that touched his brow. He eyed Jack icily. "And if our sister's not well-" He smacked his huge fist into his palm.

Jack decided he didn't particularly care for Fiona's brothers. "There's no need for any of you to be here. Your sister is inmy care now. Not yours."

His words sent a wave of displeasure through his audience. Alexander, the oldest, glowered, while Gregor, Hugh, and Dougal sent dagger glances.

"She'sour sister andour charge, marriage or no," Dougal said. "Not according to Father MacCanney," Jack said, his mind clearing by the moment. "Fiona is mine now -mind, soul, and body." Jack let his tongue linger on the last word, fueled by a combination of drink and anger. Dougal started forward, fists clenched, but Alexander placed his huge hand against Dougal's chest. "No!" Alexander rumbled. "That is not the way." Dougal grabbed his brother by the wrist, and for a tense moment, Jack thought Dougal might attempt to fight Alexander. It would not have lasted long, for the oldest MacLean was half a head taller than his brother.

Finally, Dougal dropped his hand from his brother's wrist.

Alexander slapped his brother on the back. "Easy, lad. There are other ways."

A distant rumble of thunder met this, and Jack glanced uneasily at the sky. It had been glaringly bright

before, but now a thick line of black clouds marred the distant horizon. "b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, not again." Alexander sent a glance at Jack from beneath a thick slash of brows. "You are a disgrace to us all." "From what I've heard, you were planning to disgrace yourselves without any help from me." Alexander eyed him for a moment. "Fiona told you." Jack didn't answer. "Don't push us, Kincaid," Gregor snarled. The thin scar that ran down his face, marring him from brow to chin, gleamed white as he clenched his jaw.

Jack had heard women say that had it not been for that scar, Gregor would have been too beautiful to

behold. Jack couldn't see it, but then he didn't have a woman's fanciful eye. Alexander glowered at his brothers. "We cannot all speak. So hold your tongues, the lot of you." They nodded, the thunder rumbling closer. Alexander turned back to Jack. "We want your word that you will not harm our sister." Jack shrugged. "Of course. You have my word." Alexander's gaze remained on Jack. "We will accept that. For now." Jack gritted his teeth to keep from saying something reprehensible. Fiona was waiting for him, yet here he stood, wasting time with these barbarians. "Are we done now? I am anxious to return to bed."

He emphasized the last word a bit, delighted to note how every one of them grew red.

Alexander moved forward now, his gaze hard. "We cannot do anything about this sham of a marriage without embarra.s.sing our sister. But we will be watching. If Fiona evenlooks unhappy, we will blame you."

"Fiona and I are married," Jack said grimly. "That's that. If I could set it aside, I would." "You b.l.o.o.d.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" Gregor burst out. "How can you say that when she's carrying your child?" d.a.m.n-he'd forgotten about that. Jack thought about telling them the truth, but the furious gazes locked on him convinced him of the stupidity of such a move. "I merely meant that I wished to marry under other

circ.u.mstances." "We all wish that." Alexander crossed his arms over his ma.s.sive chest. "I have to say, I have my suspicions about Fiona's condition. She hasn't been near you in fifteen years."

"You don't know that." "I do. I spoke to Hamish." "Hamish doesn't know everything," Jack said without hesitation. "I think 'tis all a sham," Hugh said. "Then why are you not inside the house, speaking with Fiona?" Jack asked abruptly. Alexander and Hugh exchanged uneasy glances, and finally, Alexander spoke. "It is our fault this happened, that she was forced to such desperate lengths as to marry a man she did not love." Dougal nodded grimly. "We were all mad with grief over Callum. Fiona tried to talk to us, but we would not listen, so she made up this wild plan. Now we must find a way for her to get out of it without destroying her honor." "Her honor will come to no harm at my hands," Jack said. "'Tis not her honor but her tender heart that I worry about," Alexander said. "She's a delicate la.s.s," Hugh added. "Aye," said Gregor. "A Scottish rose." "Your tender, delicate rose had me ambushed, knocked unconscious, and forced to wed," Jack ground out. "Facts you all know, if you've spoken to Hamish." Dougal grinned, his teeth flas.h.i.+ng whitely. "She has the devil's own temper, our Fiona does." Jack was now cold sober. "However she feels about me, she was very angry with the lot of you." "Aye," Alexander agreed. "She would not have been forced to such lengths had we been willing to listen to her."

Dougal frowned. "Callum must be avenged."

Jack crossed his arms. "The Kincaids are now bound to the MacLeans."

Alexander scowled. "There is no child."

"No?" Jack said. "Your sister and I were married yesterday. If she wasn't with child before, she might

be now."

A shocked silence met this p.r.o.nouncement.

Then, a sudden gust of wind blew, stirring dust and rattling leaves and branches. Thunder rumbled closer

than before. "You-you-" Gregor stomped forward, but Alexander halted him with a sharp "Hold!" "b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l." Alexander's face was as glum as a thundercloud. "Kincaid is right. There may be a child."

"But Fiona-" Dougal began.

"Is married," Alexander finished firmly. "We would not be doing her a favor if we pretended it was

otherwise. It would just cause her and her child embarra.s.sment, if there is one." Alexander shot a black look at Jack, thunder rumbling close. "You have put us in an untenable position, Kincaid."

"Aye," Gregor said. "This does not end here."

Jack pushed himself from the railing, cold fury burning the alcohol from his veins. "Itall ends here. I am married to your sister. And wewill have a child. I plan on making certain of it."

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Alexander snarled.

"It's what your sister wants-because ofyour behavior," Jack reminded them. "Now, if you'll excuse me -".

Gregor barred him from climbing the steps to the door. "It may be too late to stop this marriage," the Scotsman returned, "but wecan make certain our sister is happy."

"Aye," Hugh said from directly behind Jack. "One of us will always be watching."

Alexander crossed his arms over his chest. "I have business out of town, and Hugh is needed at home

for the next fortnight, but Gregor and Dougal will be here. They will keep a close eye on Fiona." "That is not necessary," Jack snapped. "It is to us." Gregor squeezed Jack's shoulder. His eyes gleamed. "She's too precious to leave unprotected with the likes of Black Jack Kincaid." These men clearly didn't understand Fiona's strength; there was nothing fragile about her. Gregor's hand tightened on Jack's shoulder. "Every frown that pa.s.ses her lips, every sad look, will earn you one of these." Gregor's fist slammed into Jack's stomach.

"Ooof!"Jack bent over, lights exploding behind his eyes. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't move, could only struggle to remain conscious.

"Aye," Dougal said. He moved up to stand beside his brother. "We will be watching. And if Fiona ever looks anything but radiant-" He balled his fist, but Jack lunged forward, ramming his head into Dougal's stomach.

The huge Scotsman went backward, hitting the railing and then flying over, feet over head.

Gregor started forward, fists raised, then stopped. "d.a.m.n it. She will see it if we mark him."

Hugh rubbed his chin, eyeing Jack thoughtfully. "If we don't hit his face, she'll never know it."

"They're married, fool," Gregor said. "She will see him without his s.h.i.+rt."

Thunder rumbled directly overhead, the entire street cast in a dark light as a huge bank of clouds covered the sun.

Alexander's dark gaze flickered to Jack, who stood leaning against the railing, one hand pressed to his side where Gregor had struck him. "I believe we have made our point." He sighed. "Kincaid, make certain she's happy. She deserves that since Callum-" After a moment's struggle, he turned and walked away. The others followed.

Jack watched them go, his stomach afire from their altercation. Overhead, the trees swayed, an ominous threat in the air. He turned and grabbed the railing, reaching the portico just as the storm broke.

Chapter Nine.