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  Gilly practically jumped out of her chair, her energy suddenly renewed. “I think we should have another go at it.”

  Flora laughed. “Let’s try the lavolta again.”

  Murdoch groaned, and Flora couldn’t help but chuckle at his much put-upon expression. She took his hand and led him into position. “Come, it won’t be that bad. And this time we’ll try the lift that had all England on its ear when Queen Elizabeth first performed it with Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester.”

  When Murdoch mumbled something about the foolish Englishmen, Flora hid her smile and pretended not to hear him.

  Lachlan had a mutiny on his hands, and he needed to do something about it. Or, rather, about someone. He shook his head. He didn’t know why he was surprised; trouble followed Flora MacLeod like a lovesick pup.

  He climbed the narrow staircase up to the first floor, his shoulders banging against the hard stones as he went. The stairway hadn’t been built to accommodate men of his size; it had been constructed as an additional defense against attack, intended to prevent enemies from storming the keep. Though no enemy had ever caused as much trouble as Flora. How did one wee lass manage so much upheaval?

  Part of him was pleased. Her involvement with his sisters, his keep, and his clan proved that she was softening. Whether she’d realized it or not, she’d assumed the role of chatelaine. The role that belonged to his wife. He’d noticed the subtle changes she’d made—fresh wildflowers in the hall, the addition of some old hangings to the walls, and the unmistakable improvements to the food. And he’d noticed the interest she’d taken in his sisters as well.

  But this time, she’d gone too far.

  He strode past the great hall to the small antechamber beyond. The private solar served as the chamber where he held council with his guardsmen. One such meeting had taken place this very morning, which was why he was here now instead of where he should be—training his men for the battle that was sure to come.

  He paused outside for a moment, enjoying the joyful sounds of the pipes. Then he opened the door and started through, but the gurgle of laughter stopped him in his tracks. Mary and Gilly stood clapping their hands to the beat of the music as Flora and Murdoch spun and stepped in an energetic dance. All four were smiling and laughing. He hesitated to intrude. It was the first time he’d seen Mary smile in a week. The extent of his relief told him how much her unhappiness had weighed on him. He’d even begun to think that Flora might have been right. Did his sister truly care for his captain? And if so, did it change anything?

  Lachlan wasn’t a man used to second-guessing himself. He supposed he had Flora to “thank” for that as well.

  His gaze shifted to the source of his troubles. God, she was beautiful. His chest tightened just looking at her. And never far behind was the memory of that kiss. Of how damn much he wanted her, with an intensity that had penetrated deep into his bones.

  He should have taken her that day on the beach. But his own reaction and the depth of his emotion to the kiss had disconcerted him. He’d been lost in the haze of a desire so strong, it went well beyond mere lust. And that realization had taken him aback—and held him back.

  But no longer. The latest news smuggled out of Breacachadh warned that the situation on Coll had grown dire. As he’d feared, Hector was stripping his land and ill-treating his clan. At the council earlier today, his guardsmen had clamored to do something. But his hands were tied. If they attacked Hector right now, they would lose. They needed support. Argyll’s support. And Lachlan couldn’t attack Hector while his brother was in prison and subject to the whims of an angry king. But the waiting was driving him crazy. Every instinct urged him to attack, but his clan would never have survived this long if he were one to act recklessly.

  He needed to marry Flora…now. He didn’t have the time to let nature take its course. In this case, it might need some prodding. And there was one way to assure that it happened right away.

  Flora’s cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes sparkled with laughter. He’d never seen her look so radiant. This was the girl he’d heard about at court. This was the girl who could break a thousand hearts.

  She wasn’t what he’d expected. She was headstrong and stubborn, but confident and compassionate as well. She was also lonely, scared, and emotionally scarred by her mother’s death—or, perhaps more so, by her life. But what stunned him most was her passion. She might be a sophisticated courtier, but she burned as hot as he did.

  He knew she’d softened toward him, but would the attraction between them be enough for her to forsake her life in the Lowlands? To put to rest her fears of being used as a political pawn, of not having control? Though he was all too aware that when she found out why he’d brought her here, she’d realize her fears had been justified. The thought was deeply unsettling.

  Not for the first time, he wished there were another way.

  “Now be ready this time when I jump,” Flora said with mock severity to Murdoch.

  “I’ll try,” the lad said. “But I don’t know where to put my hands.” When Murdoch realized what he’d said, his face turned scarlet. They danced in a circle, and then Murdoch took her by the waist and started to lift her.

  Lachlan froze. He knew this dance. He hadn’t recognized it at first because it wasn’t usually danced to the pipes. He crossed the room in three long strides. The music stopped, and he felt four sets of eyes on him. Five, actually, including the piper’s.

  “Brother,” Gilly said, clearly surprised by the interruption. And enormously pleased. He rarely appeared during the day; usually he was training his warriors or attending to the administration of the clan. Lachlan couldn’t tear his eyes away from Flora, but he spoke to Murdoch. “You’ll drop her like that, lad.”

  “I know,” Murdoch said miserably. “I’ve done so three times.”

  Lachlan heard Gilly snicker, but he would reprimand her later. Right now, he had eyes for only one person. He stepped in front of Murdoch and took Flora’s hand. “May I?”

  Eyes wide, she nodded.

  “Duncan,” Lachlan said, indicating for the music to begin again.

  It had been a long time since he’d been to court and stayed long enough to dance, and it took him a moment to remember the steps. But after a few minutes it came back to him, and he relaxed, allowing himself to enjoy the subtle flirtation of the dance. And of touching her. Holding her so close to his body, he could feel the gentle warmth surrounding her and smell her delicate floral scent. With shouts of encouragement from the enthusiastic gallery, he and Flora executed the intricate dance steps of the galliard with smooth precision.

  Never had he been so aware of the movements of another. He felt tied to her, bound by some invisible cord. Each time their hands touched, he felt a shock run through him. The quickening of her breath and the race of her heart were like an elixir. From her expression, he could tell that she was just as affected.

  They moved to a close position. She shuddered when his hand slid around her waist to her hip, and her hand came up to rest on his shoulder. They were so close now, their bodies almost touching. It was torture, holding her like this and not kissing her.

  They stepped forward in a turn, and when the moment came to lift her, their timing was perfect. Just as she sprang into the air, he lifted her up with his hands, using his thigh for support. He held her there for a long beat and slid her down, tight against his body, savoring every moment of the physical connection. His body responded instantly to her sweet femininity. Never once did he take his gaze from her, unable to turn away from what he saw in her eyes, even though it made his chest ache.

  It took him a moment to realize that the music had stopped and that his sisters were cheering. Hell, he’d forgotten they weren’t alone. Releasing her, he took a step back, breathing heavily from the exertion of the dance. And from something else.

  “That was wonderful, brother,” Gilly said. “Why have you never told us you knew these dances?”

  He turned to his siste