“Skylar, if Sabrina claims that she carried Sloan’s child, and he denied it and all responsibility, I’d have to take a shotgun to a very good friend. He has denied nothing. She has denied nothing. He has said that he will marry her. What would you have me do?”
“Nothing.”
“You want Sabrina to tell you what happened. Not how it happened, of course, you do know that. But you’re eatenalive with curiosity to discover when and under just what circumstances.”
“Aren’t you?”
“No. I’m sure you’ll tell me when you find out.”
Skylar cast him a murderous glare and began pacing the floor once again.
“What about that precious little child? Hawk, you’ve a nephew! They have a little boy, Hawk, and they didn’t even know it. And now your brother…”
“My brother what?”
“Has taken the child away.”
“Skylar, there is some group within Craig Rock apparently trying to kill off the Douglases—and Shawna as well. That boy is the child of David Douglas, and if David were in truth dead, he would be Laird Douglas. And if his mother were to die, he would be laird of the MacGinnis holdings as well. He is only safe away from the castle.”
“But where is he?”
“James McGregor saw to it that he was taken safely south.”
“How can he be certain that the child is safe?”
Hawk arched a brow. “Do you doubt me again, my love?”
Skylar flushed. “Hawk?—”
“The lad was taken to McGregor’s mother.”
“Oh!”
“Now, come to bed. We’re all going to have to be alert tomorrow, even though I will cease to play at being Laird Douglas.”
Skylar came to their bed, slipping between the covers. She sighed, laying her head upon the pillow and closing her eyes.
Hawk rose on an elbow, watching her. “It’s your last night to sleep with a laird,” he reminded her. “My brother will take back his wretched title come tomorrow. And then again, you did ask me how Sabrina might have come about being with child.”
She opened her silver eyes to his. “I know how she did it. But you may feel free to refresh my memory.”
Smiling, he did so.
And later, when he lay with his arm around her, holding her against his chest and trying again in his mind to solve the strange puzzles plaguing his brother’s life, she suddenly snuggled more closely against him.
“Hawk? You know, we really do know how to do it.”
“It what, my love?”
“What it is my sister has been about.”
“Skylar, what?—”
“I believe that our Douglas heir will arrive before the end of June.”
“Skylar…” he began, then jerked up, bracing his arms around her to stare into her eyes. “Our…”
“Child, Hawk, child. We’re going to have one ourselves.”