people."
His smile didn't falter. "I was hoping to find the perfect ribbon for the perfect girl." His eyes flashed to Caitrin. Then he whispered, "Might you take pity on
me, lass? I think you know her tastes better than I."
Before she could respond, Caitrin cast him an irritated glare. "Alec MacQuarrie, have ye taken ta fol owin' me now? And pesterin' my friends ta help with
yer suit?"
"Miss Macleod," he pressed, stepping around Elspeth. "You can't fault me for wanting to bask in your presence, can you?"
"I see no future for us, Mr. MacQuarrie."
Elspeth had to smother her laugh. Alec MacQuarrie would never get around that objection. Poor fel ow just didn't know it.
Undeterred, Mr. MacQuarrie clasped Caitrin's hands. "Let me escort you somewhere. Anywhere. If I can't turn your head, I'l leave you be."
Caitrin's frown darkened.
"Give me at least a chance."
"And then ye'l leave me be? No more fol owin' me in ta dress shops or ta the park or—"
"You have my word as a gentleman."
Elspeth turned away from the pair and smiled at the shop girl. "I doona suppose the muslin I ordered has come in?"
The young girl nodded, apparently relieved not to bear witness to Caitrin and Mr. MacQuarrie's exchange any longer. "Just this mornin', Miss Campbel .
Would ye like me ta package it up for ye?"
"That would be wonderful. Thank ye."
Elspeth turned around to see Alec MacQuarrie escape back on to Queen Street. She glanced at Caitrin. "So?"
Her friend shrugged. "So I told him he could take me ta Sorcha's bal . That should put an end ta it."
"But that's a fortnight away. Ye doona want ta dispense with him earlier than that?"
A beautiful smile lit Caitrin's face. "He is rather handsome. And I'd prefer no' ta attend the Fergusons' bal without an escort."
"I see." More likely Caitrin didn't want to have to face Wal ace Ferguson al alone. In addition to the gift of second sight, Caitrin Macleod had been gifted
with the body and face of an angel, which most men found positively al uring. It was one thing to rebuff the attentions of Alec MacQuarrie, but more difficult
to do so with the brother of one of her sister witches.
"Ye can wipe that smug look off yer face, Elspeth Campbel , I ken what ye're thinkin'. I'm no' afraid ta face Wal ace Ferguson."
"Of course no'."
Her friend heaved a sigh. "We were talkin' about yer father before MacQuarrie stumbled upon us."
"So we were. But I believe we've finished that conversation."
The shop girl stepped back into the room with a brown wrapped package. "Here ye are, Miss Campbel ."
"Thank ye," Elspeth replied and handed the girl a coin for her troubles. Then she turned to leave the store with Caitrin right on her heels.
"Just promise ye'l be careful."
Elspeth grinned her most charming smile. "I am always careful."
"Ha!" Caitrin replied, though Elspeth could barely hear her over the sounds of passing carriages.
Ben crept down the stairs of his rented townhouse. He felt like the biggest of fools, sneaking from his own rooms. But he hoped he could escape London,
find the healer in Edinburgh that Major Forster mentioned, and return without either of his brothers being the wiser. It was a ridiculous plan. One or both of
them were certain to miss him for the month or longer the entire journey would most likely take.
A healer!
He'd gone and lost his bloody mind.
"Ah, there you are," came a booming voice behind
him. Ben cringed before turning around to face his brother Lord Wil iam Westfield.
"Morning, Wil ."
His brother's icy blue eyes raked across Ben and his portmanteau, and he had to keep himself from reacting.
"Going somewhere?"
"Uh," Ben began, searching for the right words. "Just an impromptu trip up north."
"An impromptu trip up north?" Wil echoed. "That sounds rather nondescript."
Damn his irritating brother. Ben shrugged, hoping he projected the carefree man he'd been a sennight ago. "Just visiting a friend. Nothing much to tel ."
Wil leaned his large frame against
His smile didn't falter. "I was hoping to find the perfect ribbon for the perfect girl." His eyes flashed to Caitrin. Then he whispered, "Might you take pity on
me, lass? I think you know her tastes better than I."
Before she could respond, Caitrin cast him an irritated glare. "Alec MacQuarrie, have ye taken ta fol owin' me now? And pesterin' my friends ta help with
yer suit?"
"Miss Macleod," he pressed, stepping around Elspeth. "You can't fault me for wanting to bask in your presence, can you?"
"I see no future for us, Mr. MacQuarrie."
Elspeth had to smother her laugh. Alec MacQuarrie would never get around that objection. Poor fel ow just didn't know it.
Undeterred, Mr. MacQuarrie clasped Caitrin's hands. "Let me escort you somewhere. Anywhere. If I can't turn your head, I'l leave you be."
Caitrin's frown darkened.
"Give me at least a chance."
"And then ye'l leave me be? No more fol owin' me in ta dress shops or ta the park or—"
"You have my word as a gentleman."
Elspeth turned away from the pair and smiled at the shop girl. "I doona suppose the muslin I ordered has come in?"
The young girl nodded, apparently relieved not to bear witness to Caitrin and Mr. MacQuarrie's exchange any longer. "Just this mornin', Miss Campbel .
Would ye like me ta package it up for ye?"
"That would be wonderful. Thank ye."
Elspeth turned around to see Alec MacQuarrie escape back on to Queen Street. She glanced at Caitrin. "So?"
Her friend shrugged. "So I told him he could take me ta Sorcha's bal . That should put an end ta it."
"But that's a fortnight away. Ye doona want ta dispense with him earlier than that?"
A beautiful smile lit Caitrin's face. "He is rather handsome. And I'd prefer no' ta attend the Fergusons' bal without an escort."
"I see." More likely Caitrin didn't want to have to face Wal ace Ferguson al alone. In addition to the gift of second sight, Caitrin Macleod had been gifted
with the body and face of an angel, which most men found positively al uring. It was one thing to rebuff the attentions of Alec MacQuarrie, but more difficult
to do so with the brother of one of her sister witches.
"Ye can wipe that smug look off yer face, Elspeth Campbel , I ken what ye're thinkin'. I'm no' afraid ta face Wal ace Ferguson."
"Of course no'."
Her friend heaved a sigh. "We were talkin' about yer father before MacQuarrie stumbled upon us."
"So we were. But I believe we've finished that conversation."
The shop girl stepped back into the room with a brown wrapped package. "Here ye are, Miss Campbel ."
"Thank ye," Elspeth replied and handed the girl a coin for her troubles. Then she turned to leave the store with Caitrin right on her heels.
"Just promise ye'l be careful."
Elspeth grinned her most charming smile. "I am always careful."
"Ha!" Caitrin replied, though Elspeth could barely hear her over the sounds of passing carriages.
Ben crept down the stairs of his rented townhouse. He felt like the biggest of fools, sneaking from his own rooms. But he hoped he could escape London,
find the healer in Edinburgh that Major Forster mentioned, and return without either of his brothers being the wiser. It was a ridiculous plan. One or both of
them were certain to miss him for the month or longer the entire journey would most likely take.
A healer!
He'd gone and lost his bloody mind.
"Ah, there you are," came a booming voice behind
him. Ben cringed before turning around to face his brother Lord Wil iam Westfield.
"Morning, Wil ."
His brother's icy blue eyes raked across Ben and his portmanteau, and he had to keep himself from reacting.
"Going somewhere?"
"Uh," Ben began, searching for the right words. "Just an impromptu trip up north."
"An impromptu trip up north?" Wil echoed. "That sounds rather nondescript."
Damn his irritating brother. Ben shrugged, hoping he projected the carefree man he'd been a sennight ago. "Just visiting a friend. Nothing much to tel ."
Wil leaned his large frame against
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