“Gavin, go down and ask Cook to pack a lunch for yer cousin and the Buchanan. “That way, ye can go without worrying.” Apparently, thinking the situation was decided then, he lifted his head and turned to look at her cousin. The maid had been mooning after him for years and her father acted like her affection might be infectious, avoiding her like she was a leper, and yet this was the second time he’d willingly arranged for her company. Her father generally avoided any situation where he might have to be alone with the woman for more than a couple minutes. “Tildy can sit with me,” he interrupted again. “What about the nooning meal? I was going to eat with ye and ye should no’ be left alone-” ” She cast around desperately for an excuse, and then held up the tray. “The lad does no’ ken the first thing about weeds and where to find them. “Nonsense,” her father interrupted at once. Avoiding looking at the Buchanan, she finally said, “Fine. “Regardless, he ca no’ heal without his medicinals, so ye’ll have to take him out and help him hunt up more.”Įvina frowned, and shifted on her feet.
Ye’d left by then,” he added with a shrug, letting his head drop again. “I had the maid clean it up when she returned with me emptied and clean bedpan. “I only noticed after ye left the room,” he said easily. “I was here when they changed the linens. ” Evina turned a blank expression to him. “Unfortunately, they got mixed in with the rushes and had to be disposed of.” “I fear they were lost this morn when one of the lassies knocked it over while changing me bed linens,” her father said, raising himself up so he could turn to look at her.
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“But he had a whole saddlebag full of weeds. “Our healer needs more weeds,” her father announced. “What change in routine are we having?” Evina asked warily, stopping next to the bed with the tray. She had begun to suspect the man was up to something. Her father was constantly asking her questions about the man, or telling her things about him. She could never see his expressions when they talked, and they’d talked a lot the last few days. That was the one thing most annoying about his constantly lying on his stomach to avoid pressure on his bottom. “That’s sweet, me dear, but there’s going to be a change in routine today,” Laird Maclean announced, sounding suspiciously cheerful, she thought, and wished she could see his expression. Even to her they sounded a bit snippy, almost accusatory, as if she were commenting on the fact that he was still there and she didn’t like it. As usual.”Įvina winced as the last words slipped out. Keeping her tone light, she said, “They’re serving the noon repast below, so I brought up lunch for Father.” Focusing her gaze on her father only, she added, “We can eat together while Lord Buchanan goes below to take a break and enjoy his meal.
Raising her chin, Evina continued forward and forced a smile to her lips. She’d just assumed he’d continue the practice, and when she’d noticed he wasn’t at table yet as she’d carried the tray across the great hall, she had assumed he was simply in the garderobe or something. It was what he’d done the last four days since their encounter in this room. Usually he was out and below at table by now, leaving the way clear for her to take her noon meal with her father. She took several steps into the room and then slowed when she noted that Conran was still with her father. “Thank ye,” Evina murmured to Gavin as he opened the door and held it for her.
“I’ll wager there’s the answer now.”Ĭurious, Conran turned toward the door as it opened, his eyebrows rising when Evina entered with a tray in hand and Gavin on her heels. “How?”įearghas opened his mouth, and then paused and smiled as a tap sounded at the door. “I’ve arranged to fix the problem.”Ĭonran let his hand drop from his face and turned in question to the man. “No’ to worry though,” the Maclean said now.
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