Journey to the Highlands: Robbie and Caralyn (Clan Grant Series Book 4) by Keira Montclair Page A
Authors: Keira Montclair
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“Nay, I have no idea.” She brought her gaze up to his. “Find my daughters and I will go away with you. Anywhere.” Shocked at what she had just said, she realized the statement reflected her deepest feelings. Sometimes, it was best not to think but to follow your heart. Robbie Grant was her heart.
Robbie nodded. “We’ll find them.”
Chapter Fifteen
Robbie stood outside the priory, staring up and down the street as if an idea would jump out at him. Logan and Tomas stood with him, all deep in thought.
“We need a plan,” Robbie said.
“Aye. Do you have any idea where to start?” Logan asked.
“Nay. I don’t know Glasgow any better than you or Tomas do. I suppose we’ll start by questioning people, or spending time in the market talking to local vendors. What ideas do you two have?”
A fourth person joined the group. “I’ll go with you,” Gwyneth announced, hands on her hips as if daring someone to disagree.
Robbie asked, “Do you know Glasgow?”
Gwyneth nodded. “I know Glasgow and I’ll find the lassies. I have a hunch as to where Murray would hide them within town.”
“Then I welcome your assistance,” Robbie said.
Logan stared at Robbie first, than at Gwyneth. “What? Are you daft, lass? You belong in on the pallet resting.”
Gwyneth retorted, “Like hell I do. You think just because I’m a lass, I’m not strong enough to join you?”
Logan argued. “Nay, I think someone did a fine job of beating you, and you’re bruised from head to toe.”
Gwyneth didn’t slow for a second. “That has naught to do with it. Those lassies need to be found, and I’m the one to find him. Or is your cock so small you fear women just because they might find out the size?”
Logan smiled as he grabbed his crotch. “Would you like to see my cock and judge for yourself?”
Fire burned in Gwyneth’s gaze. “Aye, bring it out, but let me grab my dagger first. I’ll take one of your sacs as a trophy. The last one I cut off, I flung into the firth.”
Dead silence hung in the air. Robbie was not about to interrupt their waiting game of who would speak first. Gwyneth was going with them, there was no doubt in his mind of that since they needed her expertise, but the two needed to come to terms with each other if they were all to work together as a team. Plus, he hadn’t been this entertained in a very long time.
After a long moment, Logan whispered, “I don’t doubt your strength on a good day, lass. But the Norse knocked the wind out of you. I can see the fine tremor in your hand. The only thing you need is rest.”
Gwyneth took a step closer to Logan. “Fortunately, what you say doesn’t mean anything to me. I do as I please, not what some man orders me to do.”
Robbie held his hands up. “Och, lass. No one is trying to order you. You came to us, remember?”
“Aye,” she said, her gaze never leaving Logan’s. “And I’m going with you.”
Logan’s hands settled on his hips as he continued to meet her stare. “Give me one good reason why we should take you with us. I see you as a detriment to our mission. You’ll be slow and we’ll have to cater to your needs.”
Gwyneth moved her face a few inches closer to Logan’s. “I won’t be slow, and you won’t have to cater to my needs.”
Still staring into Gwyneth’s eyes, Logan said to Robbie, “Hmmph. Did you hear a reason for us to take her, Grant? Because I surely did not.”
Gwyneth crossed her arms in front of her. “Because the lassies know me. They’ll never go with you. And I don’t think any of you wish to deal with a two-year-old’s rags once you find them.”
Robbie knew that reasoning wouldn’t work on Logan. He had cared for his niece and nephew through rags and vomit.
Logan stepped back and peered at Tomas and Robbie, a strange look on his face. He finally dropped his hands from his hips and stalked away. “Guess she goes with us. Saddle up and let’s move.”
Robbie quirked his
“Nay, I have no idea.” She brought her gaze up to his. “Find my daughters and I will go away with you. Anywhere.” Shocked at what she had just said, she realized the statement reflected her deepest feelings. Sometimes, it was best not to think but to follow your heart. Robbie Grant was her heart.
Robbie nodded. “We’ll find them.”
Chapter Fifteen
Robbie stood outside the priory, staring up and down the street as if an idea would jump out at him. Logan and Tomas stood with him, all deep in thought.
“We need a plan,” Robbie said.
“Aye. Do you have any idea where to start?” Logan asked.
“Nay. I don’t know Glasgow any better than you or Tomas do. I suppose we’ll start by questioning people, or spending time in the market talking to local vendors. What ideas do you two have?”
A fourth person joined the group. “I’ll go with you,” Gwyneth announced, hands on her hips as if daring someone to disagree.
Robbie asked, “Do you know Glasgow?”
Gwyneth nodded. “I know Glasgow and I’ll find the lassies. I have a hunch as to where Murray would hide them within town.”
“Then I welcome your assistance,” Robbie said.
Logan stared at Robbie first, than at Gwyneth. “What? Are you daft, lass? You belong in on the pallet resting.”
Gwyneth retorted, “Like hell I do. You think just because I’m a lass, I’m not strong enough to join you?”
Logan argued. “Nay, I think someone did a fine job of beating you, and you’re bruised from head to toe.”
Gwyneth didn’t slow for a second. “That has naught to do with it. Those lassies need to be found, and I’m the one to find him. Or is your cock so small you fear women just because they might find out the size?”
Logan smiled as he grabbed his crotch. “Would you like to see my cock and judge for yourself?”
Fire burned in Gwyneth’s gaze. “Aye, bring it out, but let me grab my dagger first. I’ll take one of your sacs as a trophy. The last one I cut off, I flung into the firth.”
Dead silence hung in the air. Robbie was not about to interrupt their waiting game of who would speak first. Gwyneth was going with them, there was no doubt in his mind of that since they needed her expertise, but the two needed to come to terms with each other if they were all to work together as a team. Plus, he hadn’t been this entertained in a very long time.
After a long moment, Logan whispered, “I don’t doubt your strength on a good day, lass. But the Norse knocked the wind out of you. I can see the fine tremor in your hand. The only thing you need is rest.”
Gwyneth took a step closer to Logan. “Fortunately, what you say doesn’t mean anything to me. I do as I please, not what some man orders me to do.”
Robbie held his hands up. “Och, lass. No one is trying to order you. You came to us, remember?”
“Aye,” she said, her gaze never leaving Logan’s. “And I’m going with you.”
Logan’s hands settled on his hips as he continued to meet her stare. “Give me one good reason why we should take you with us. I see you as a detriment to our mission. You’ll be slow and we’ll have to cater to your needs.”
Gwyneth moved her face a few inches closer to Logan’s. “I won’t be slow, and you won’t have to cater to my needs.”
Still staring into Gwyneth’s eyes, Logan said to Robbie, “Hmmph. Did you hear a reason for us to take her, Grant? Because I surely did not.”
Gwyneth crossed her arms in front of her. “Because the lassies know me. They’ll never go with you. And I don’t think any of you wish to deal with a two-year-old’s rags once you find them.”
Robbie knew that reasoning wouldn’t work on Logan. He had cared for his niece and nephew through rags and vomit.
Logan stepped back and peered at Tomas and Robbie, a strange look on his face. He finally dropped his hands from his hips and stalked away. “Guess she goes with us. Saddle up and let’s move.”
Robbie quirked his
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