Scotland fought endless battles to maintain their freedom. Supporting his clan, Warwick of Clan Drummond puts his personal life on hold to follow his laird. Busy fighting, he finds no time to leave a wife and children at home. Now he’s tired. Having battled with England and other clans for too many years, he only wants the chance to rest and grow old at Drummond Castle. Edward the Longshanks, king of England, has other plans. To make matters worse, an elderly healer lays claim to his heart. Can Warwick find love after all these years with the unlikely Agnes—or is he a fool to even try?
As the evening grew long, Warwick sat slouched over a table. “Och, I needs must sleep, except I am too tired to stand.”
Beside him, Agnes reached out to pat his hand. His weathered face was strained.
“Go to bed, auld man.” She smiled into his eyes.
“I shall if you come with me.” He fully expected her to bash him upside the head.
Instead, she elbowed him in his side. “As if ye could—”
“Nay, auld woman.” He laughed. “For once I could not. This time I only wish to sleep.” He faced her and met her eyes. “Although I would like to wake with you beside me.”
Agnes said nothing, but squeezed his rough, wrinkled hand. Hands that were old and battered like the rest of him, yet hands she once told him made her feel young again. Made her feel things she’d never felt in her life. Hands that soothed and caressed, then edged her over the brink of passion.
She rose and tried to help him to his feet. “Come along then and I shall tuck ye into bed like a wee bairnie.”
Warwick laughed, placed his palms on the table and pushed himself to his feet. Finally standing, he brushed Agnes’ face with the tips of his fingers—barely a touch. A whisper of want. “Woman, you are beautiful—wrinkles and all.” Reaching for her hand, he cared not who observed them as they walked toward his room.
Agnes grumbled all the way, but her eyes belied her words and glistened with affection. “The impression we must be giving everyone.”
Warwick chuckled and held a hand to his chest. “Och, aye, two auld people heading to bed. I misdoubt there is a man here who does not believe we shall do aught except sleep. I imagine they are as tired as we.” He released her hand and slapped her bottom. “Now quit grumbling, auld woman, and let us sleep.”