"When did you make your decision to marry me?"
Her question jarred him back to the present. "As soon as I heard MacNare was marrying one of Haynesworth's daughters."
Would the insults never stop? "Then you didn't even know that I was the one sent to MacNare? Dear God, you didn't know, did you? The proposals had nothing to do with your decision. The jest's on you, Connor. I wasn't supposed to marry MacNare, Rachel was. She's the pretty one," she instinctively added.
"Why didn't she come?"
"The king found out and put a stop to it. He wanted Rachel to marry a baron he favored."
"And so your father substituted you."
"Yes."
He was astonished by the way things were done in England and appalled that a father could treat his daughters with such casual disregard.
"When did you find out you were going to marry him, Brenna?"
"That isn't important."
"Answer me."
"The day I left. Father told me what I was expected to do, and I took my leave a few hours later. It was wrong for you to make me think my proposals were why you came for me."
"It wasn't wrong. It will prove convenient though."
"How?"
"My brother," he answered. "He will wish to hear my reasons for marrying you."
"And you plan only to tell him I proposed? But…"
He interrupted her. "My brother will ask you if you did propose."
"And if I refuse to answer?"
The thought was laughable. No man, let alone a woman, had ever refused Kincaid and lived long enough to tell of it. "You won't," he assured her.
"You show me little compassion, Connor."
"Did your father show compassion when he substituted one daughter for another? Admit it, Brenna. His behavior was sinful, not mine. We don't treat our daughters with such disrespect."
"Father had his reasons. I'm certain they were very important."
"Did your king grant his permission?"
"There wasn't time enough to gain his permission. I'm certain he will be pleased."
"I'm just as certain he won't be pleased at all. Don't rail against me or plague me with more questions, wife. I am your husband and your laird now, and you would do well to remember that. I saved you from a bleak future with a demon."
She was suddenly too furious with him to guard her words. "You have succeeded with your plan. No one will want me now. The very least you can do is let me go back home."
"Give me a son. Then you can go."
He regretted his cruelty as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but he wouldn't take them back.
And he would never let her go.
Chapter 6
She disliked him intensely until noon the following day. Then she remembered her plan to be practical. She really should try to get along with the vile man, shouldn't she? Besides, she wasn't one to wallow in misery for long periods. There were far more exciting things to think about, although admittedly, when Connor had promised her she could go back home as soon as she gave him a son, she was so outraged, she didn't believe she would ever be able to forgive him. What kind of monster was he to think she could leave her child behind?
He wasn't a monster, however. He was a man, that was all. And a stubborn, thoroughly impractical, and ignorant one as well.
Sufficient time hadn't passed to heal what she considered a grievous injury, but by afternoon she could at least look at him with less hostility.
She believed she'd come a long way in a very short while. She wasn't having murderous thoughts about her husband any longer, and she was beginning to notice he wasn't completely heartless and unfeeling. He seemed to be as concerned about Gilly as she was. He slowed their pace so her mare would be able to keep up, riding by Brenna's side all the while, and every once in a while, he actually looked worried.
After they'd crossed a wide meadow carpeted in rich green clover and purple heather she thought was too lovely to tread upon, Connor slowed the pace to a walk. He called a halt a few minutes later, as soon as they reached the protection of the forest.
"Quinlan, take the others and ride ahead. Wait for us near the crest."
Brenna noticed the surprise in Quinlan's expression. He looked as if he wanted to argue with his laird, but after giving Brenna what she could only interpret as a pitying glance, he rode on ahead.
She wasn't left guessing why Quinlan was feeling sorry for her. Connor waited until his men were gone, then forced her to look at him. She imagined she saw ice chips in his eyes, so furious did he appear to be.
"You will stop frowning at me this minute."
She had to wait until he let go of her to answer. "I didn't realize I was frowning at you. Is that why we stopped?"
"No," he answered. "I wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"Are you still in pain?"
She immediately lowered her gaze in embarrassment. In the blink of an eye, her face was flooded with color.
"I'm waiting for your answer."
"Must we talk about it?"
"Answer me," he ordered once again, though in a much more pleasant tone of voice.
"No, I'm not in pain."
"Was I too rough? Did I tear…"
"I'm fine, really. Please don't concern yourself."
"Brenna, will you get over your shyness with me soon?"
"I fervently hope so."
He found himself smiling in spite of his irritation. She'd sounded desperate.
He still wasn't completely convinced she was telling the truth about her condition, however, and therefore refused to let the subject go just yet.
"If you aren't in pain, why are you so restless in your saddle?"
She was surprised he'd noticed. He'd barely given her a glance all the while he'd ridden by her side, after all.
"I didn't realize how observant you were."
"I notice everything. So do the others, or they wouldn't be riding with me. It's one of the reasons we stay alive."
"Did you notice you broke my heart?"
He looked exasperated. "I did no such thing."
"We argued and…"
"We didn't argue."
"Then what did we do?"
"You asked questions. I answered them."
He really didn't understand at all. The revelation stunned her, and with it came a glimmer of hope for their future.
Perhaps Connor wasn't cruel or heartless, after all. He was just ignorant. She was blissfully relieved by her discovery.
"What else did you notice about me?" she asked.
He noticed every little thing about her, he wanted to answer her, such as the way she'd drawn her breath in when the meadow covered in a rainbow of colors first came into view, the radiant smile that came next, and then the frown when he wouldn't let her stop and explore because it would slow down his men.
"I notice you frown every time you look at me."
She let out a sigh. "I didn't understand that you didn't break my heart. I also thought we argued, but you have explained we didn't."
He nodded. "Why are you so restless in your saddle?"
He was going to make her admit her embarrassment. "There is a little tenderness," she whispered. "I've been shifting my weight to ease the discomfort."
He lifted her from Gilly onto his lap and put his arms around her. His chin dropped down on the top of her head next. "Is it better now?"
"Yes, thank you."
"I'm not going to be able to touch you tonight, am I?"
He actually sounded a little disappointed. She had trouble believing him, of course. Then she thought he might be jesting with her and looked up to see if he was smiling. His expression didn't give anything away, however, and so she asked, "You want to touch me again?"
"Of course. Why does that surprise you? I told you you didn't disappoint me, and I want children as soon as possible."