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your
breakfast.’
    Alasdair doubted
it too, for Bridie’s beauty was becoming more potent. Her hair gleamed in the
morning sun and the smile on her lips drew his eye these days – was it
that she moistened her lips that made her mouth seem to plump? She had her
tunic on over her kirtle, but he could see as she bent now to stoke the fire
the curve of her bottom and she was a woman now, Alasdair was well aware of
that from the response of his own body. She stood then, stretched her back and
as she did he saw the swell of her bosom and Alasdair looked down to the
breakfast rather than her, for he was starting to think of Bridie in ways he
never had.
    ‘Can I still take
my meals here, I mean, me and Gracie ? ’ Bridie asked.
‘I’ll work twice as hard.’
    ‘Of course you
can.’ The Laird said.
    ‘To tell the
truth,’ Bridie admitted. ‘I’ll be glad to come to the Castle during the day,
though I can’t imagine not living here anymore. I don’t think Dougal will be great at conversation…’
    She stood with her
hands behind her back.
    ‘Would you like
breakfast, Dougal ?’ Bridie teased.
    ‘Aye,’ she said,
mimicking his simple voice.
    ‘It’s a fine
morning, is it not Dougal ?’
    ‘Aye.’
    Yes, every morning
she made Alasdair smile, but he struggled this morning, was pensive as he lay
back on his pillow and he watched as the tears shining in her green eyes
started to tumble down.
    ‘Bridie?’ She was
shaking in terror he could see it.
    ‘I’m petrified
laird…’ She sobbed.
    ‘You don’t have to
marry him, then.’
    ‘Oh, I don’t mind being
wed.’ Bridie begged, for she would do anything to keep Gracie. ‘I’m just scared
of my wifely duties.’
     Alasdair
knew what she meant, knew the terrible injuries that had been inflicted that
awful night, knew how badly she had been abused. Thankfully her memory of that
time was dim, little could she remember, Bridie admitted through her tears, but
the rest of her sexual knowledge was based on watching animals mating.
    ‘Bridie…’ He
didn’t know how to comfort her. ‘It will be nothing like that. You’ve had a
terrible experience.’
    ‘I watch the
beasties out in the fields and I hear them bay and scream.’
    ‘Bridie…’ he
couldn’t just lie and watch her cry. ‘Come here.’
    ‘I think Dougal is kind and will be good to us, it’s just….’ He
could feel the fear in the shoulders that shook beneath his hands as she sat on
his bed and Bridie, given all she had been through, was rightly terrified of
what was to come.
    ‘What happened to
you is very different than what happens between a man and his wife.’ Alasdair
held her in his arms and tried to comfort her. ‘Have you spoken to the other
lassies about what you can expect?’
    ‘Aye,’ she gulped.
‘Mary says I should use my imagination.’ She felt his strong chest on her cheek
and she breathed in the laird’s male scent and maybe Mary did know what she was
talking about, for Bridie was petrified of men, but not this one, here in his
arms she felt safe. ‘Or that I should take a few whiskies.’ Bridie screwed up
her face. ‘But I dinnae like the
taste. Still, Mary says I’ll be half asleep and it will no hurt as much
and if I have enough to drink I might be lucky and not even remember it.’
    Alasdair held her
shoulders, thought of the halfwit Dougal and had to
loosen his grip, for his hands fisted at the very image – Dougal would not be taking any time to reassure his young
bride, and perhaps Mary, for all her tender years, had given Bridie the best
advice – whisky was perhaps the only thing that could help. ‘It will be
all right.’
    Bridie pulled her
head back, released herself from the Lairds arms and stood from his bed then,
just a little bit angry and not sure why, perhaps because for the first time
she didn’t believe the words that came from the Laird’s lips. ‘That’s fine for
you to say.’
    He called her as
she reached his door. ‘Bridie, if