Page 47 of A Highland Bride Disciplined (Scottish Daddies #2)

Ten Years Later

“Elise, mind yer marchin’, lass!” Scarlett called out into the courtyard as the young girl marched purposefully in tight circles around her younger brother. Her youngest child, James, held a wooden practice sword like it might bite him, eyes crossed with concentration as Elise barked orders in a voice that had grown far too much like Morag’s for anyone’s comfort.