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  She’d forgotten what impressive men her brothers were. He stood at least half a foot over six feet tall—a couple of inches taller than Lachlan, who was himself an unusually tall man. Like Lachlan, Rory was broad-shouldered and exceedingly well muscled. His hair was dark golden brown, his eyes an unusually striking blue, and his perfectly chiseled features well tanned. The combination was striking, and something was oddly familiar. It took her a moment to realize why. His eyes were the exact same color as hers. The obvious blood connection moved her more than she would have thought possible.

  Realizing she was staring, she shifted her gaze back to Lachlan, who seemed amused by her study of her brother.

  She grinned sheepishly and, remembering her duty, greeted one of the most powerful men in Scotland, the Earl of Argyll. “Cousin, I hope your journey was a pleasant one.”

  “Uneventful, at least. We had to travel with uncomfortable speed to arrive in the time allotted by Coll’s messenger.” Seeing Flora’s contrite expression, he added, “Not that I mind.” He gave her a sharp look. “I’d begun to think you would never wed.”

  Rory stepped forward to greet her with an unexpected hug. “It is good to see you, Flora. It’s been too long.”

  Not used to such brotherly displays of affection, Flora held herself awkwardly for a moment before she allowed herself to relax. It felt strange…but nice. When he released her, she was able to say with all sincerity, “It has indeed, brother.”

  “I’m sorry for the loss of your mother, lass.”

  Flora felt the familiar wave of sadness, stayed by the sudden comforting press of Lachlan’s hand at her waist. “Thank you,” she said. “I miss her greatly.”

  Rory glanced meaningfully at Lachlan’s hand. “Coll was just explaining how this all came about. I admit it was a bit of a surprise. I was under the impression from the missive you sent refusing my invitation to Dunvegan that you were with Duart.”

  Luckily, she and Lachlan had anticipated this question and were prepared. Indicating for the men to sit, Flora took the seat beside Lachlan. Folding her hands in her lap, she turned to her brother and tried to stay calm under his intense scrutiny. Something she’d had plenty of practice with the past few weeks, thanks to Lachlan.

  “On my way to see Hector, we suffered a carriage accident on the road near Falkirk.” She left out the fact that she’d been eloping with Lord Murray and that the accident was a result of being waylaid by kidnappers.

  “I happened to be returning from Edinburgh,” Lachlan continued. “And was able to offer Mistress MacLeod assistance.”

  “How fortunate that you were there to help,” Argyll said. “Brigands and thieves have made the roads so dangerous, who knows what might have befallen you, Flora.”

  She looked at her cousin quizzically. It wasn’t like him to be so accommodating. She’d expected some rather pointed questions from her demanding cousin.

  Rory studied her so intently, she felt a strange urge to squirm. Then he turned his scrutiny on Lachlan. “Fortunate indeed.” It was clear from his tone that he was skeptical. He looked directly at Lachlan. “Why did you not return my sister to Edinburgh?”

  “I was needed here.”

  “She should have been returned to her family as soon as was possible,” Rory pointed out, his voice holding an ominous edge. “Even if you could not do so yourself, you should have sent for me. Immediately.”

  Lachlan met his gaze. “I discovered I liked having Mistress MacLeod here—with me.”

  Rory’s eyes flared, and Flora could see his hand tighten on the wooden arm of the chair. Lachlan noticed but didn’t seem to show any indication of backing down. The tension between the two men was palpable. Realizing she’d better do something before this deteriorated further, she stepped in. “It was my wish as well, brother. Please, don’t be angry. Can’t you see that it has all turned out for the best?”

  Rory broke his glare at Lachlan long enough to look at her and see that she was in earnest.

  “Are you sure that this is what you want, Flora? You wish to marry Coll? He has not coerced you—”

  “No,” Flora said firmly, putting a restraining hand on Lachlan, sensing his anger. “I came to this decision on my own. I assure you, Rory, I wish to marry him.” She smiled at Lachlan. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”

  Lachlan took her hand and held it in his, an almost symbolic gesture. “You’ve heard it. We have agreed to marry. It is done.”

  Flora looked at him questioningly, noting the odd turn of phrase.

  “Not if I withhold my permission,” Rory said.

  “Are you doing so?” Lachlan challenged.

  “Of course he isn’t,” Argyll said. “He’s already agreed.”

  But Rory looked as though he were having second thoughts. What would she do if he withheld his permission? She had to make him see.

  “Please, brother,” Flora said softly. “I love him.”

  Rory looked into her eyes. Flora waited, holding her breath. Finally, a wide smile spread across his handsome face. “Ah, then how can I object? It is your decision.” He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Congratulations, little sister.”

  Once the situation was under control and the tension between the two men had dissipated, Flora excused herself, leaving the men to their whisky. She needed to check on Mary and Gilly and make sure everything was ready for tomorrow.

  The meeting had gone much better than she’d expected, she thought with not a small amount of relief. Rory had been suspicious. Rightfully so, she admitted. What had been more surprising was her cousin’s reaction—she’d expected more resistance from him. He must be more anxious to see her wed than she’d realized.

  She didn’t have to look long, finding the girls in the kitchens’ vaults beneath the great hall. Gilly was giggling with one of the young serving girls, and Mary was giving last minute instructions to the cook. Her eyes were bright and her face unusually animated. It was the happiest she’d seen her in some time, Flora realized.

  “Is everything ready?” she asked.

  Both girls turned to her at once.

  “Flora!” Gilly said. “You look beautiful. Wherever did you get that lovely gown?”

  “Your brother sent for my clothes.”

  “He did?” Gilly said, obviously surprised. “What have you done to him? Gowns are the last thing he thinks about. You should see his face when I tell him my dresses are too short or out-of-date.”

  Flora laughed. “I couldn’t believe it myself. But that’s not why I’m here. I have a surprise for both of you.”

  Gilly’s eyes lit up. “What kind of surprise?”

  “Gilly,” Mary said patiently, “it wouldn’t be a surprise if she told us.”

  Gilly shot Mary a look of sisterly annoyance. Flora bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud. Instead she said, “You’ll have to go to your chamber and find out.” She’d never realized how many gowns and shoes she had until confronted with the sight of all her trunks stacked about in her small tower room. After living so many weeks with a limited—to put it mildly—wardrobe, such superfluity embarrassed her. So she’d gone through her gowns and chosen a number that would be perfect for Gilly and Mary. When she returned to Edinburgh, she would have an entire new wardrobe made for each of them.

  Gilly took off running at once, and Flora and Mary watched her disappear up the stairs with a smile.

  “Gilly has never been one for patience,” Mary said.

  “I can see that,” Flora replied. “Though I have to admit, I’m much like her.” Her gaze fell on Mary’s happy face. “It’s good to see you smile again, Mary.”

  Mary lowered her eyes and blushed. “I have good reason.”

  “You do?”

  Mary nodded. Flora could see she was struggling to contain her excitement. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you until tomorrow…”

  Flora held her breath, hoping. “Tell me what?”

  Mary met her gaze, and Flora could