Harlequin Historical May 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Notorious in the West\Yield to the Highlander\Return of the Viking Warrior (52 page)

Kara's stomach clenched. How many times had she wanted him to be there and he wasn't? How many times had she looked up at the painted ceiling and imagined his arms about her? ‘I will let you know when I intend to take you up on the invitation.'

He gave a sudden bark of laughter, rich and flowing over like honey.

‘What is so funny about that?' she asked, trying to sound fierce.

His smile transformed his face, reminding her of the old Ash. Younger and more carefree. Her breath caught as she realised that she had missed that smile more than she wanted to admit. ‘You said when, not if. Progress. Little by little.'

‘If, I meant if.' She rolled her eyes at her stupidity. Ash always twisted words to suit his purpose. ‘I dislike being teased. Always.'

He sobered instantly and the carefree Ash vanished from his face.

‘Be honest, Kara—' his hooded look penetrated deep into the hidden spaces of her soul ‘—there were times you enjoyed teasing very much. Surely you haven't forgotten the kissing games we used play?'

‘I...I...' She knew precisely what he meant. During their short marriage, he had used to tease her body into pleasure, leaving her trembling on the brink. She was surprised that Ash remembered. She squashed the thought. He had not been enthralled enough to return quickly.

She glanced over her shoulder. ‘Your men are stirring. Morning comes. We need to go.'

‘You're far prettier when your cheeks have colour.' He cupped his fingers around her cheek. His breath fanned hers. ‘Has your guard dog Valdar ever dared to tease you?'

‘That is a personal question!' she said, turning her face away. She should have known. It was not about her, but fighting over her like a bone. She should lie or at least she should imply a greater intimacy, but she knew it was impossible. Valdar could not be a shield between them. It wasn't fair to use him in that way.

‘Has he?' he demanded, capturing her chin. His mouth loomed above hers.

Her heart pounded in her ears. Say the wrong thing and he'd kiss her. A punishing kiss. What was worse was that a great part of her wanted to melt into it and see if it was like the kisses in her dream.

‘He treats me with respect,' she said finally, turning her face from temptation. ‘Valdar helped me immeasurably after your father died. But he is honourable. He wanted to wait for our wedding night.'

The tension went out of Ash's stance. He let her go. Kara stumbled backwards.

‘You do not know how glad that makes my heart to learn what I always suspected—Valdar Nerison failed to capitalise on his opportunities. If he had, we would be having a very different conversation.'

Kara pressed her hand to her temple. He'd deliberately misunderstood. ‘Valdar was being honourable. He waited because...because I asked him to.'

Ash held out his hands. ‘Hush. It's in the past. Know what I did, I did in order to return here with my head held high. I want to be the sort of husband you wanted and not a failure.'

‘Do you know the sort of husband I require?'

‘I like to think I do. I aim to be that man.' He put his hand on her shoulder. ‘We are going to meet our son. To be a family together. Properly. I came home in part because I wanted a family.'

When she was a girl, she had thought she wanted a hero for a husband, but it wasn't what she really wanted. Kara's stomach turned over. She wanted to have a man to share the burden of running Jaarlshiem with, rather than being forced to be the sole person making soul-altering decisions. She wanted a husband who would welcome his children into the world and who would be there when trouble struck. She wanted someone who would be her life's partner, not her master.

Clanging in the back of her mind, she knew all the things Ash had said before about his dreams and what he wanted to accomplish in his life. They had been dreams of glory and travel, not harvests and hearths. What if she started to count on him and he decided to go off adventuring again?

‘Kara?' He gave her a questioning glance. ‘Did you hear me? Your eyes have a faraway look. We are going to our home. I want to see what you have done to it.'

‘I look forward to showing you, but now I need to see to getting my horse ready for the journey. The saddle kept slipping yesterday.'

‘You suffered in silence? Speak and it can be fixed, but I have to know what the problem is.'

‘You are impossible. That is the problem.'

Ash watched Kara stalk off. Her dress swished, revealing the shape of her ankles and the delicious curve of her bottom. He felt his body respond to the sight.

The years had enhanced her. The gods favoured him finally. Or perhaps they were playing one of their many tricks like the time three years ago when he'd thought he had enough money, only to be cheated.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He had refused to look back and remember his old pleasures because it was soul-destroying and pointless to long for things which he couldn't have.

Memories assaulted him of how her skin flushed after they made love and how pleasant it had been to wake up with that bottom snuggled tight into him.

He shook his head and attempted to get his body under control.

It amazed him that simply being near to her did this to him. He wanted to learn all about her and the things she'd accomplished. Every time he encountered her, he wanted her more rather than less.

Women had not affected him in all the time he'd been gone. He had always supposed that it was because regaining his honour was far more important than a quick tumble. But it was more than that. And the fact scared him far more than facing any horde of warriors or the sea in full fury.

He hadn't allowed himself to think about her properly for years, but now that he was here, he wondered how he'd ever forgotten her. He had to hope that he could be the hero of her dreams. He certainly wanted to be.

‘What made you so reluctant to take a risk?' he whispered. ‘Who did this to you? And how can I get the trusting woman I married back? Can you accept me as I am or do I have to prove myself?'

* * *

Kara sat bolt upright in her saddle, willing the road to grow shorter and take less time. The closer they got to Jaarlshiem, the slower time seemed to go.

Always when she had been away she searched for the changes. Something was always different. This time there was no need to search. She knew—the man who rode beside her brought change.

She had left Jaarlshiem thinking she would be the bride of one man and had returned home with a different husband.

As Jaarlshiem and her reunion with Rurik came ever closer she had to seriously consider how she was going to break the news to him that his father had not died before he was born, but was alive. That his new father would not be Valdar, the man he nightly prayed to be his father, but instead his real father. Would it be better if she could convince Ash to wait and to gain Rurik's trust first? Rurik could be shy, particularly with strangers. She wanted the meeting to go well, rather than be strained.

‘You're miles away,' Ash said, catching the reins.

Her horse stumbled and she managed to keep from falling by grabbing on to the saddle for dear life.

‘What are you doing?' Indignation rose in her throat. Ash had no business grabbing the reins. He had nearly caused a bad accident.

‘You allowed your horse to wander off the path. You were headed straight for the bog. It would have impeded our progress. Those bogs are notoriously tricky. Until my father had this road built, we lost men and horses every year, particularly in the autumn. When I was ten, my father made me find my way out. I was covered in stinking mud and shaking with cold by the time I reached home.'

‘Your father was cruel.'

‘But effective. I never boasted about my ability to navigate again. It helped me survive after I'd escaped.' He shrugged. ‘I've no idea what you think about your horse's life, but I value it and yours.'

Kara saw where Ash pointed. A shiver went down her back. She hadn't even realised that they were that close to the bog.

‘I was thinking about home and what waited for us,' she admitted, keeping her gaze straight ahead of her. ‘There are so many things to be done once we arrive. I keep getting this feeling that something is wrong. Something has happened... It is always this way when I am away from Jaarlshiem. I can't wait to be back, but I worry that something terrible has happened.'

‘You worry about our son.'

‘Yes,' Kara admitted reluctantly. ‘He is in my thoughts constantly. He's a little boy, Ash. It is a mother's job to worry. I want him to grow up happy and well.'

‘What are you going to tell him, about me and my return?' He handed her back the reins. ‘I assume you will want to be the one to tell him.'

Kara concentrated on her horse's twitching ears. He was giving her a choice. She thought he would blurt it out the instant he encountered Rurik. Ash had never been one to be tactful or realise that another's feelings mattered. ‘You are giving me the opportunity to tell him? You are not simply going to leap down from your horse and demand to see your son?'

‘How old is the boy? Six? The last thing I want is a scene in front of the
tuntreet
. I can remember what it was like to meet my father for the first time.'

‘Can you? Hring never told that tale,' Kara said, surprised. Funny, it was the sort of tale Hring liked to tell—a warrior returning home.

‘He had left just after my birth and didn't return until I was five. After my mother died.' He tilted his head to one side. ‘Is my son timid? I hid behind my aunt's skirts when I first beheld my father and refused to greet him properly. It went badly.'

Kara bit her lip. Rurik was far too reckless for his own good. Far too impetuous. He liked to boast that nothing frightened him, but she knew the truth. She'd seen his white face and trembling hands. ‘Not timid, but he adores Valdar and has talked of being his son for months. He takes disappointments hard.'

‘I want him told, Kara. Before the sun goes down.'

Kara concentrated on her horse's twitching ears. ‘You are going to allow me to do this in my own time.'

‘As long as you do it when we arrive, you may use your own words.'

‘That is far from the same thing.'

‘Consider it a favour that I allow you that.' He gave a crooked smile which made her heart thump. ‘To stop you from riding your horse into another bog.'

‘You are not making this easy for me. I think it wise that we wait for a few days,' Kara said, making her mind up. ‘Give him time to get used to you before you start demanding he love you.'

‘He is my son. I have spent far too many years away from him.'

* * *

Ash spurred his horse on around the last bend before Jaarlshiem.

With every mile they had covered, Kara had grown quieter and more remote. For a few heartbeats this morning when he had first spied her, he had thought he'd broken through her reserve, but she had retreated again into that impenetrable shell. And now she wanted to keep the truth from their son. Was he ever going to do enough?

‘Ash! Stop! You are going too fast. It isn't a race.'

Ash turned slightly in his saddle. ‘I take it the hall is in the same place.'

‘It hasn't burnt down. You said I could tell Rurik. If you go before me...'

Ash stroked his chin. What was Kara concerned about? From everything she had said, it appeared she kept the boy tightly on the lead strings. It was the wrong approach. He knew when he had been forbidden things, he'd acted out, often times getting into more danger than he should have been in.

‘We go together. Arrive together. I want to be there when you tell Rurik.'

Her cheek coloured. ‘Yes, of course, if you don't trust me.'

‘Caution remains my watchword.'

They rounded the bend and the gabled long house with all of its outbuildings stood before him. The road through the bog might be in disrepair, but the farm certainly wasn't. A prosperous air hung about the place.

The
tuntreet
with its leaves in autumnal splendour stood in front of the double doors. Even the air felt different, softer. Ash's heart clenched.

How many times had he dreamt of this? Riding in to reclaim his heritage. To see his father's eyes light up with the knowledge that his son had returned the sort of warrior a man could be proud of? And even now, he couldn't be sure he was. All he knew was that he had returned home.

It was harder riding the final few miles to Jaarlshiem than it had been when he first learnt of his father's death in Sand. Everywhere he looked, he saw ghosts and reminders of his former self, lurking and waiting for him to make a mistake.

‘Ash, your father would be overjoyed that you have returned.'

‘Are my feelings that obvious?' he enquired in a tone that normally had his men running for cover, rather than continuing with the subject.

Kara's hands tightened on her reins. ‘They have always been to me. I'm your wife. I learnt to notice things years ago. Otherwise...'

A wave of guilt swept over Ash. Kara noticed things about him, but she didn't expect him to notice anything about her. There were times when he wanted to shake his younger self for his arrogant selfish behaviour.

‘I hope you will allow me the chance to learn things about you. I do want to learn. Everything. I already have immense admiration for you. There are not many women who could have ridden as hard as you have.'

Her red lips curved up into a sad smile. It was all Ash could do to keep from stopping their horses, hauling her into his arms and kissing her senseless. And that would be a mistake. She reminded him of his falcon, the one who had not trusted him after the broken wing. It had been Kara who had showed him how to tame the bird and regain its trust.

Patience where he had wanted everything at once.