Chapter 38

Gair held his nephew in front of him on his horse. The lad was wearing Isobel’s shawl tied around his hips. The younger one was wrapped in linen and happily sleeping in the maid’s arms.

Isobel was barely speaking to him.

Her attitude towards the boys since the sun had risen was bothering him. Before she’d gotten a good look at them she had wanted to hold them while they slept, but the moment the sun had risen she’d become quiet, and after they’d broken their fast she had given the child to her maid without saying a word. When he spoke to her now her answers were as short as possible.

David really did look like he and his brothers. From his thick black hair and eyelashes to the coffee brown of his eyes. He had Gair’s own faint dimples too. Something his brothers lacked. So even if she met his brothers the lad would appear more his than Dair’s.

“Why is it the boy has yer name if he is really yer brother’s lad?” Gair clenched his jaw then relaxed it and tried to speak with patience in