Page 22 of To Wed a Laird (English Brides and Highland Vows #1)

It was a rare morning in the Highlands when the early autumn weather was mild and dry, the sky almost cloudless. There was a slight nip in the air that hinted at the approach of winter, but it was easy to forget that brutal season when the sun was shining and the air was still.

Rose and Elspeth were sitting under the yew tree, taking advantage of the mildness of the day, while doing a French lesson. Elspeth had sprung up in the few months since Cormac and Rose’s wedding, and was now fully two inches taller than she had been when she accompanied them down the aisle at the chapel.