The Brightest Star in the Highlands: Jennie and Aedan (Clan Grant Series Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

needs, blind to the woman she had become. She was forced to rely on the tales of the servants and the maids to learn about the ways of men and women. Even though she delivered bairns, Alex still worried about her tender sensibilities.
    No one was good enough for Laird Alexander Grant’s sister. He had driven away every possible suitor. Robbie had confessed there had been a few over the years, some even the sons of chieftains. Jennie never set eyes on any of them.
    She had never been kissed, never held a lad’s hand, never felt the caress of a touch delivered by someone other than family.
    While she hadn’t wanted to come here with Lady Cameron, she knew she had made the right choice. She would do everything in her power to see this man healed.
    She owed Aedan Cameron for hitting him in the arse with her arrow many moons ago. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she dreamed of how Aedan’s hands would feel against her skin.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Dead. The inevitable had finally happened, and he was dead. It was the only reason Aedan could come up with for why the fair lass who had struck him in the arse back in Lothian now sat asleep not far from his bed. He attempted to move, but quickly changed his mind when pain from his side rippled through his body.
    But he didn’t yell. He would not disturb the lass.
    He had thought it a dream at first. She cared for him with an efficiency and tenderness that warmed his soul, washing the dirt and filth of the battle from him and replacing it with a serenity he had never before experienced. He liked having her by his side and felt content as he watched her complete her soothing ministrations. Aye, the Grant lass he had seen in Lothian affected him like no other. But this was no dream. She was here in the same chamber with him.
    He must be in heaven, except the pain in his side told him otherwise. There should be no pain in heaven. His head fell back down on the pillow after he attempted to rise again, to no avail. In his weakened state, he would have to be content with watching her.
    He wished she was awake so he could see the color of her eyes. If he remembered correctly, they were a rich sable brown. Her hair matched her eyes, and a dash of freckles ran across the bridge of her nose. He grinned, thinking he could almost count the freckles in the dim light of the tallow on the bed next to him. A new goal in life budged its way to the forefront—counting her freckles.
    His eyes felt heavy, but he fought to stay awake, too afraid that the next time he awakened she would be gone without them ever sharing a thought, a caress, anything at all. He fought hard, but lost the battle, visions of freckles and deep brown eyes dancing in his dreams.
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    When Jennie awakened, the first thought that crossed her mind was that it was past dawn. She sat up straight, thinking about the implications of the time of day. It was early morn and she had slept through the night without any bad dreams of wailing warriors. While she had escaped the nightmares for a few nights at the abbey, her fear had been that once she healed again, the wailing would return, but it hadn’t.
    Jennie heard the door bang open, and she jumped out of her chair, brushing loose strands of her hair away from her face as she cleared her mind of sleep, attempting to recall the events of the previous evening.
    Three grinning men stood in front of her, but while one of them seemed familiar, she did not recognize the others. Had the familiar one been with Cameron in Lothian? She jerked her attention back to her patient, surprised to see he was looking at her with a smile on his face.
    His mother came in behind the lads and stopped abruptly. “Aedan? Saints above, you are awake?” She rushed to his bedside and sat, clasping his hands in hers. “You are better?”
    “Aye, while I’ll not say fine yet, I am greatly improved.” Finally able to lift his head, he glanced over his mother’s shoulder to look at Jennie in her plaid. “Who