HIGHLANDER: The Highlander’s Surrender Bride (Scottish Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (72 page)

Chapter 6

Charlotte noticed the noise first. A skittering sort of noise that had her shifting restlessly on the hard bed. Why was the bed so hard? And why was it so cold? It all came back in a rush and her eyes popped open as she was suddenly and forcibly awake. The long journey to San Francisco to find her husband, and then the actual finding of him. The discovery that he was a highway robber, although she had firsthand knowledge that banditry was not his forte, and then the fruitless treasure hunt.

              Then there was the fight they’d had, the storm that had forced them to flee, and finally, the very cave that they had taken shelter in the night before. And then another memory had her sitting upright. She looked down at her still sleeping husband as he snored softly next to her and as silently as she could, crept to where they had discarded their clothes the night before.

              As she dug through the folds of fabric, stiff now that they had dried covered in the dirt and grime of two day’s hike, Charlotte prayed that it hadn’t been too badly damaged by the storm. With a soft exclamation as her fingers touched metal, slowly she pulled the object out of the small pouch attached to the skirt of her dress. Charlotte crept closer to the mouth of the cave, examining it in the light of the morning sun.

              She turned the gold plated packet watch over and over, opening it up to see it steadily ticking away the seconds and sighed in relieve. Charlotte had given him a fob watch the previous Christmas but he had rendered it little more than a pretty decoration when he’d taken it apart to see how the cogs worked. She’d had their initials engraved on the back.

              Charlotte turned the shiny gold watch over, looking at the new inscription. Her initials, Sawyer’s, and another set, just below theirs.
JM
. Their child’s. Jeremiah if it was a boy, Joselin if it was a girl. Names she’d picked out years and years ago. A bout of nerves shot through her. She desperately hoped he liked it.

She crawled back to his side, reaching out until she grasped his shoulder, giving it a few firm shakes. Finally, he blinked his bright green eyes at her drowsily.

              “What is it, Char?”

              “What is it? What is it?” She said, her voice full of mischief and love as she kneeled next to him. “Why, it’s Christmas, of course.”

              He smiled up at her sleepily before sitting up, letting out a massive yawn and then grabbing her close, pulling her back down on top of him. Charlotte let out a peal of laughter as he rolled over until he was on top of her, staring deeply into her eyes. Sawyer leaned down, kissing her soft and sweet.

              “Merry Christmas, Charlotte.”

              “Merry Christmas, darling.” She smiled up at him, “I have something for you.” He raised an eyebrow at that, giving her a seductive look.

              “I like the sound of that.” He said with a grin that had her slapping him lightly on the chest.

              “Really, now. Let me up, you lecher.”

              Reluctantly, he did. And as she sat, she made sure the watch was still hidden in her hands.

              “Now, close your eyes.”

              He cast her another look before complying.

              “Alright, now hold out your hand.”

              Slowly, he raised on arm, palm upright towards the ceiling. Gently, Charlotte placed the metal watch in his hand, her heart beating fast as he peaked one eye open and then the other. A wide grin broke out on his handsome face as he looked at the gift, and then back up at her.

              “Where did you…How did you get this?” He said, his excited tone easing her nerves.

              “I got it months and months ago, when you broke the last one I gave you,” Sawyer just shrugged sheepishly and she continued. “But I just had it engraved a few weeks ago.”

              Curious, he turned the watch over, running a finger over the initials, stopping on the last set and looking at her in confusion.

              “Our child’s.” She said, answering the question in his eyes before he could give it voice.

              He looked back down at the watch now cradled in his hands as if it were made of glass. He swallowed hard before raising his gaze again and it was swirling with emotion.

              “Charlotte, I…thank you. This is, this is the best gift,” he paused, running his fingers over and over the engraving. Suddenly, he looked up. “I don’t have anything for you.”

              “You are all the present I need.” She said, leaning forward to give him a kiss before moving to gather the rest of their clothes.  He still sat, staring at the watch as if transfixed. He opened it, turning it slightly in his hand. Something caught her eye and had her peering toward the back wall of the cave.

              The light caught again, reflected at just the right angle from the pocket watch to reveal something bright and metallic in the wall. Her breath caught in her chest as she walked closer, running her hand wonderingly across its surface. Gold. It caught the light again, throwing it back in all its amber beauty.

              She opened her mouth to call Sawyer, but it took her several tries to get the words out. Finally, they tumbled out in an excited squeak.

              “Sawyer! Sawyer, look over here.”

              “What is it?” he said, his innate curiosity bringing him closer. He stood next to her, peering at where she was pointing towards the wall, and froze. He was staring smack dab in the middle of a vein of gold as thick as his own body. He had never heard of any find like this. He was staring at a fortune he had never imagined in his wildest dreams, and they had stumbled across it almost by accident.

              He turned his shocked gaze to Charlotte as she grinned up at him.

              “Merry Christmas, my love.”

Chapter 7

One year later

              “Oh, blast it! Where is that thing?” Charlotte knew she was talking to herself as she scoured the bedroom she shared with her husband. After finding that cave chock full of gold, they had decided to move closer to San Francisco, at least until they had excavated the entire cave.

              It was a beautiful home, like a palace to a girl that had grown up as poor as could be, almost made homeless and forced to live on the streets. But Sawyer had saved her, in so many ways. In more ways than she could count. She had been alone, so terribly lonely, convinced if she could just be strong enough that she would be happy. But he had shone her what true strength was. The strength to take risks, the strength to trust, and above all, the strength to love.

              She pawed through the armoire, searching through fabric and clothes she could scarcely believe belonged to her. The dresses were cut in styles that were the height of fashion in Paris, and the material was expensive silks and satins. Charlotte still frowned at such extravagances even though Sawyer had insisted. She had to admit to herself that she felt a certain thrill when she donned one of the gown, although at the moment she was wearing a serviceable cotton frock covered in dirt. They had spent the day digging in the cave.

              She blushed at the memory of what else they had done in the seclusion of the cave, but firmly pushed the thought away. She knew at the moment Sawyer was downstairs trying to feed Joselin, who thought it was more fun to play with her food than eat it, and she also knew that any moment now Sawyer would admit defeat and she would walk into the dining room to find a complete mess.

              Charlotte loved her husband desperately, but their little girl had him wrapped around her little, chubby fingers.

              Aha! There it is!  It was wrapped in a silk printed scarf and hidden away. Her fingers finally caught on a long gold chain, so fine it almost looked like a work of art itself, but the true treasure was the time piece. Made entirely of gold, from the first vein they had dug out of the side of that mountain over a year ago, and hand worked by the finest craftsperson she could find. Intricate scrollwork curved lovingly around the front plate, continuing seamlessly around the entire circumference.

              It looked like one solid piece of metal until you press the hidden latch. Charlotte had thought Sawyer would like that bit. Then it opened to revel something incredibly special. The clock, ticking away with its rhythmic swinging motion of the hands, also inlaid with gold. But there was a second secret latch that, when pressed, swung the back portion away to revel the sinner workings of the watch itself, all encased in glass.

              Hopefully, with this one, he wouldn’t feel compelled to take it apart to see how it worked like the last two. He could watch it through the glass. See exactly how the cogs and wheels fit together, moving seamlessly together. And then there was the other bit, the engraving on the back.

              “Ah, there you are, my wife.” She quickly hid the watch behind her back. Sawyer’s voice reached her just a moment before he burst into the room, the remnants of Joselin’s meal splattered down the front of his shirt. “The beast has been fed, and is now sleeping the dreamless sleep of the angels.”

              “Angels, huh?” Charlotte asked with a raised brow. Their little girl had inherited Sawyer’s curiosity and her own quick temper. Angel probably wasn’t the most fitting description, although sometimes she could be. Other times, Charlotte was convinced she was a little demon, but no matter what she was certainly loved.

              “What is that?”

              “What is what?” She said, trying to sound innocent as Sawyer tried to peek behind her back.

              “What are you hiding?”

              “Hiding? What, whose hiding?” Holding it with one hand, she raised the other as if to say,
see, nothing here.
But he wasn’t buying it. Quickly, he tried to duck behind her, but just as quickly she turned.

              He advanced towards her, sudden heat flaring in his green eyes as he did the one thing she could never evade, never resist. He kissed her. It seemed to go on forever, and was over much too soon and Charlotte blinked her eyes open hazily to see him staring gloatingly down at her, the object, wrapped in one of her scarves in his hand.

              “Hey, that’s not playing fair.” Charlotte said with a pout that had him laughing, and then kissing her all over again.

              “Who said anything about playing fair?” He grinned at her, “It is Christmas after all.”

              “Well, Christmas is exactly the time to play fair. Santa’s watching, you know.” She grinned up at him. “Oh, all right. Go ahead and look. Just know that you’re spoiling the surprise.”

              He laughed again, but eagerly set about unwrapping the scarf wrapping. He was struck silent as he stared down at the magnificent pocket watch.

              “Charlotte, this is…this is beautiful. Extraordinary.” He peered closer.

              “And look at this,” quickly she showed him the hidden latch to unlock the glass piece that showed the inner workings before he could try and take it apart. “Hopefully, you’ll leave this one intact.”

              He stared, his eyes wide in fascination and excitement. “That’s incredible! Absolutely incredible.”

              “Oh, and there’s one more thing.” She said with a sly smile, and he glanced over at her distractedly. “Look on the back.”

              Curious, he flipped it over, his eyes widening again as he read the inscription. Their initials sat at the top, entwined in gold scroll work, and below that was Joselin’s. And then, at the very bottom, sat another set of gold initials. He looked at her, and then at the watch, and then back at her.

              “Really?”

              “Really.” Charlotte smiled. “Merry Christmas, Sawyer.”

              Sawyer let out a laugh, throwing his arms around her and spinning her around in a circle until she landed dizzily on her feet, smiling up into the face of the man she loved.

              “Merry Christmas, my love.”

Chapter 1

Evie was growing nervous by the time she arrived at the party.  The top floor of the Ezra Hotel was reserved for only the elite among the super-rich.  She knew what that meant without really having to think about it: that she and everyone else that was going to be there was being shown considerable favor by even being
invited
to this party. 

It must be such a pleasure for a lowly pee-on like me to be welcomed to a place like this,
she thought as she rode the elevator up to the top floor.

Despite what she thought she felt a small pang of nervousness inside of her.  She felt as out of her element as an ice cube among a flow of magma.  Functions like this occurred at least once a month and she was fortunate enough to have been on call when they usually happened and she had a perfect excuse not to have to come and pander to people she didn’t even care to know. 

But tonight she had known no such luck.  Tonight, the rotation of staff was such that there was no way for her to really escape it.  And on the night when she was due to be rotated off for a couple of days was enough to make her think that it was no coincidence that she had been told to come to this function tonight. 

As the elevator doors opened up she found that the hallway beyond was mercifully empty.  The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of polished marble and the lighting was soft, almost reminiscent of the old fashioned candle lights.  There were potted plants that marked the archways of the doors and she followed each until she found the room where she was supposed to be heading.

Suite 200 was marked by large oaken doors and covered in old fashioned brass knockers that were formed in the likeness of old lion heads.  The large cats stared at her almost daringly as she reached to knock… then held.  Not because of the eerie detail of the cats’ eyes as they stared at her, but because of the ridiculous circumstances that had brought her here.

She shook her head and walked around a nearby corner, seeking a few final moments of solitude.  She hated that she had been pretty much
ordered
to come here.  Her job wasn’t a soldier’s job… she wasn’t supposed to take orders.  She was supposed to help people because traditionally that was what doctors were supposed to do.  But the words of her supervisor rang in her memory as clearly as if made by crystal bells in a silent room.

“We need to put on a good show for the benefactors of the new wing tonight.  It’s everyone’s duty to show a little appreciation to the money-holders.  It’s your turn to do that.  Be there.” 

It wasn’t really an order but she understood the subtle message behind it clearly enough: show up or you’re fired. 

Shit
.             

She paused nervously in front of a nearby hall mirror to check her appearance and gave herself an appraising look.

Her chocolate colored skin was a shade darker from the recent time she’d spent under the sun.  The highlights in her hair had faded somewhat though her hair itself had grown down to the length of her shoulders.  Her figure wasn’t exactly the ideal for events like these, but she hadn’t cared for social norms since she was a child.  Being plus-sized had both advantages and disadvantages alike. 

Tonight it was feeling more like a disadvantage.

“I didn’t get into this line for the looks,” she said to her reflected twin. 

Her dress was black with golden sequins sewn in along the curve of her left hip and a matching patch across her chest on the opposite shoulder.  Her shoes were covered in the same reflective material and she wore her best rings on her fingers.  Altogether she didn’t think that she was too much to look at, but it was the best that she had.  And the downside to being a doctor was – as her supervisor had put it – sometimes one had to swim with the sharks if one wanted calm waters.

An overt statement if ever there was one.  It was a fact of life that everyone seemed to accept that people with money made the rules.  And when they didn’t get their way they made waves.  Feeding the sharks was indeed the best way to make sure that they got what they wanted and went away.  At least until they got hungry again.

Christ
, she thought as she looked down the length of her body in the mirror.

Outwardly, she was as flattering to the eye as she could make herself though she had never really considered that to be her strong suit.  Inwardly she hated functions like these.  Others of the doctors at the hospital in which she worked held varied beliefs about functions like this.  Unsurprisingly some of them lived for the chance to show off their bodies and social graces in a place outside of the workplace.  Some of them had managed to find husbands or on/off again playboys that would shell out large checks for the occasional horizontal bop.  That was their thrill and Evie didn’t care one way or the other for it.  But the others, like herself, hated parties and wondered what the point was in kissing the asses of the rich and powerful who would probably never end up on her operating table when they could afford superior treatment.

Most of the people that would be here tonight were people that she could read about in a magazine or see on the news.  They were rich enough to afford their own private doctors and enough medicine to keep a small town in Africa comfortable for a decade.  But they contributed money to public hospitals – like hers – for the tax right off.  And they had the audacity to call it a “Charity Function”.  She shuddered inwardly at the thought.

It’s business
, she thought. 

She didn’t care for it, but there it was.  Meadow Grove hospital didn’t run on prayers and wishes.  Like everything else in the world it ran on money.  And in order to get money one had to be willing to sit up and beg for it like a trained dog.  Though she scowled at the thought when she realized that for functions like these, begging would sometimes need to be done while she was flat on her back.

Not that it ever happened that way.

Not for her.

Her only solace was that benefactors at parties like tonights never really gave her a second look when there were skinnier and more appealing women to be had.  The doctors and nurses and other medical professionals from Meadow Grove of the female persuasion were of a variety that Evie had never really associated herself with.  They were slim, athletic, and fit enough to be the kind of women that wound up on calendars.  They were just the kinds of objects that the rich and overreaching would be interested in playing with, even if only for a night.  But she had never strived to be that way, nor did she care to.  Between those other women and her she knew that the more horny benefactors would be going for those women the same way bees went after the most fragrant of flowers.

She hardly felt like the most choice of flowers.  More like a dandelion among a rose garden.  Something to be seen among a more beautiful variety but not the kind one would want to pluck.  That was fine with her.  She was content to let the others have their fun while she went on with her life. 

She gave her dress one final smoothing gesture as she pushed the wrinkles from the fabric with her hands and gave a brief exhale.  She was as good as she was going to get and the sounds of laughter, music, clinking glasses, and the general sounds of revelry in the dining room beyond the hall were unmistakable.  There was no escaping this and if she didn’t go in then for certain the wrong ears would hear about it tomorrow.  She didn’t care to be on the wrong end of that kind of conversation.

“A few drinks… some fake laughs… a dance or two… an hour and a half tops and we go home,” she said to her twin in the mirror.  She gave an affirming nod.  “We can do this.  We can do this.”

She turned and followed the sound of the party.