Ghosts of Culloden Moor 06 - Fraser by L.L. Muir

Author:L.L. Muir [Muir, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lesli Muir Lytle
Published: 2015-09-07T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

At long last, Alexander could appreciate the term awkward silence.

Seconds ticked by while they gazed at each other, waiting for the other one to disrupt the quiet. A slow smile stretched across Chelsea’s blushing face and she chuckled. He laughed along with her to try to dispel the discomfort of the moment.

“Well,” she said, “since I don’t have anything else on my calendar, I think I can stick around for a little while and see what happens.”

He inclined his head. “I’d be much obliged to ye.”

“Maybe you can tell me more about your ghost friends.”

A pleasant change to be sure, speaking of things other than themselves. It was evident she wished to avoid the subject of her own wedding just as he wished to avoid the memory of the day when he, too, came close to marrying. Or at least he thought he had…

She rocked the chair on and off, stopping when the conversation grew serious, rocking while he told her of silly things, like the color of heather, gorse, and the enchanting glen behind the cottage—all more beautiful now that he could see them with mortal eyes—and how he would like to see Culloden one last time in full light.

When there was little else to tell, her legs seemed to grow weary and the chair settled. A sigh escaped her, heavy with regret. She tried to smile, but failed. “I can’t really believe any of this, you know.”

“Oh, aye.” He knew her easy acceptance of his tale had been too good to be true. “I can only guess at how impossible it all sounds. It would have seemed outlandish to me had I not been witness to my own death, felt the blood drain from my body and leave me cold as the moor itself.” A shiver passed through him at the memory.

She wrapped her arms around herself as well. “And supposedly, when you…go again, you’ll die again?”

The idea was sobering and brought him to his feet. He bent to stoke the fire to excuse the action. “I dinna ken what will happen, lass. I can only hope that Soncerae, a lass I’ve known nearly all her life, would not put me through something as violent as my first death.”

A second death? Please, God, spare me that.

It suddenly occurred to him that such a fate was likely what made Rabby hesitate. Before he assured the laddie it was safe to move on, he would have it from Soni’s own lips that there would be nothing frightening awaiting Rabby if he did as he was bade.

Laughter filled the room and he turned to find Chelsea with her head thrown back against her chair and her hands gripping the carved arms as she laughed herself silly.

His own thoughts were far too sober to laugh with her, though he could not help but smile at her delight. He scooted his arse onto the hearth and waited for her to finish. It proved to be a fine maneuver to get closer to the lass, so he was in no hurry to have his curiosity satisfied.

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