Page 148 of My Brave Highlander

Wiping her eyes, she nodded, then gave a wry grin. "I'm thinking I won't like tarts as much in the future."

He doubted that, and she didn't have to worry. He was releasing anyone associated with Maighread from his employ. In addition, he was pressing charges against Levina for attempted murder.

"Maybe you should see how Aiden is while Beitris helps me bathe and brush my hair. I want to be more presentable," Isobel said, attempting to comb her fingers through the snarls of her dark brown hair. "I must look a fright."

"You are beautiful." Truly she was. Never had there been a more appealing sight than her smile, which she now gifted him with.

"I thank you for staying by my side and helping me so much during the night."

"You remember that?" he asked.

"Of course, I do. You were very gentle and comforting."

Dirk hated when his face heated.

"Are you blushing again?" she asked with an impish grin.

"Nay. Are you cold?" He rose and paced to the fireplace. Taking the poker, he stirred at the glowing coals, then added a brick of peat.

"Though no one would guess it, you are the sweetest man I know."

"Hmph. No one else needs to know that, especially not Rebbie." Propping the poker to the side of the hearth, he paced to the window but couldn't help glancing her way. She gave him a bright smile and he relished it.

When Beitris returned with a steaming bowl of watery oat porridge, Dirk knew that was his prompt to leave the room while Isobel ate, bathed, and had her hair brushed. He wanted very badly to kiss her before walking out, but decided Beitris might be shocked senseless and overturn the porridge.

Determined that he'd return in a half hour, Dirk strode to Aiden's room. He was only now awakening. The sound of the door squeaking open must have startled him.

Dirk nodded to Uncle Conall who sat by his bedside. "How do you feel, brother?" Dirk asked, taking the other chair.

Aiden swiped his hair out of his eyes. "Better than last night. What the devil happened?"

"Do you remember the tart you shared with Isobel? My tart?"

Aiden nodded.

"Well… your mother ordered the baker to poison it in an attempt to kill me again."

"Saints! How could she do such a vile thing?" Wild-eyed, Aiden looked from Dirk to Conall and back again. "I must speak to her." He shoved the covers back.

"Aiden." Dirk shook his head. "Your mother is dead."

The lad's eyes widened and his jaw went slack, reminding Dirk of how he'd looked as a child. "What? How?" he asked softly.

"She charged me with a dagger last night when I confronted her about the poisoning." Dirk hated to tell his brother the news. Even though Aiden knew she was a murderer, he still loved her. "For your sake, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

"I'm not sorry," Aiden said with a troubled frown. "As long as she lived, she would've never given up on killing you. You did what you had to do."

Dirk nodded. "I thank you for understanding."

"How is Lady Isobel? Was she as sick as I was?"

"Aye. If either you or Isobel had eaten the entire tart, that person would likely be dead. I truly can't imagine losing either one of you." Dirk was grateful for both his brother and the woman who would be his wife.

"You are the best of brothers, and even though it made both of us sick, I'm glad Isobel and I ate the tart instead of you. It might have killed you."

That sentiment warmed Dirk's heart. 'Twas good to be with family again. "I wish no one had eaten the tart."

"Aye. Mother was mad," Aiden said. "Just because she loved me was no reason to kill people for my benefit. I certainly didn't want her to do any of it."