Clan Ross: His Heart's Desire Part 17

"Cat, dear, are you home?" Nana let herself in with the key Cat had given her. "Catrona, where are you, cherie? I have the most delicious news," she walked into Cat's kitchen.

Cat entered the room with a greeting upon her lips, but stopped stone cold, staring with a deceptively composed faade. Nana had changed the color of her hair yet again, and this time the color was pink. Shocking pink. That might have been easy to overlook if she wasn't dressed in biker leathers.

Cat swallowed her laughter and asked, "What in heaven's name are you wearing?"

"Why, darlin', the latest in biker wear. Don't you like it? I think it will go well with my new hog." While making that p.r.o.nouncement, she turned in a full circle so Cat could get a good look at her new outfit.

Cat stammered, "You have a Harley? That bike out there is yours? When on earth did you get a motorcycle, and why? I mean, I thought you loved your Caddie, and now your hair would match it and everything." She smiled at the end of the comment and quickly suppressed the shiver that wracked her body at the thought of Nana on the back of a motorcycle.

Nana had been the top salesperson for a makeup company many years earlier and had earned her pink Caddie; a source of pride and joy for her for a long time. As far as Nana's hair color, that changed on a weekly basis. Before Cat left for Scotland, it had been a charming shade of . . . well, one could only call it orange, which of course had clashed violently with the pink Caddie.

"Well, darlin', I just figured I needed a change. When I stopped off at 'Captain Teach's' the fellas there thought I was perfect for the new roadster."

"What do you mean you were at Teach's and what fellas?" Cat could no longer hide her surprise. Captain Teach's was a well-known roadhouse out by Bayou Noir on the outskirts of New Orleans. Bikers, poachers, and just about any other tough guy you could think of, frequented it. Cat sent a prayer skyward that none of Nana's new friends were felons, or worse.

The older woman put down her bag and helmet and sat at the table. "Cat dear, I have been going to Teach's now for about a month. They're such a nice group of boys. They've been very supportive of my new change."

Cat couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her sweet, should have been gray-haired, adopted Nana was now hanging out at a biker bar and riding a Harley? Well, she shouldn't really have been surprised. Nana thrived on doing anything and everything she could to drive Cat and her grandson crazy. She always told them she was going to have plenty of time to rest and relax after she made it into the hereafter, so why waste good time on earth doing nothing? She did have a point, but still . . .

"Well?" Nana stood up and walked to the cabinet where Cat kept the gla.s.ses, then turned to the refrigerator and pulled out the pitcher of lemonade Cat always had on hand. After pouring a frosty gla.s.s of the tart drink, she turned and leaned up against the counter and waited.

"What?" Cat asked.

"What's your news, darlin'?"

"I don't have anything to tell you. I thought you had something to share." Cat hedged.

"Catrona Marie MacDougall." She pointed her finger at her. "Quit lying to your Nana. Your little nose is growing."

Cat was amazed by how easily Nana managed to reduce her to a little girl. She resisted the urge to squirm; she'd been doing that a great deal lately. "I'm not fibbing, Nana."

"Oh, really. How do you explain the fine example of male perfection standing behind you?"

Cat closed her eyes. Well, d.a.m.n. The man bathed faster than she thought he would. Turning, she faced Braden and the rogue had the audacity to wink at her. He was going to be impossible now.

But that wasn't her largest worry . . . no, nix that, it wasn't worry. The emotion was called fear. The fact that Braden looked identical to his portrait was an understatement.

Nana knew of the painting, knew of Cat's fondness for it since she was a little girl. What would she think seeing him standing there? A flesh and blood man, breathing-alive? Nana knew how old the portrait was, and no one aged that well. How was Cat going to explain this one?

"h.e.l.lo, I'm Nana." She held out her hand. "I don't know where Cat's manners have gone."

"'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Nana. I'm Braden Ross."

"I know who you are, young man."

"You do?" Cat and Braden asked at the same time.

"Of course, I do." Nana sat in a kitchen chair. "So how did you do it, cherie?"

Cat shook her head to clear it. "How do you know him?"

"Dear, I may be in my sixties, but I'm not blind. This man was painted into that portrait you haul around with you everywhere."

Cat followed suit and sat. "I know, Nana. It's just a lot has happened in the past few weeks and I haven't processed it all yet."

Nana patted her hand. "Time will sort out the details." She turned and looked at Braden. "Have a seat, young man; don't make me strain my neck by having to look up at you."

Braden sat beside Cat and took her hand. He slowly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, soothing her instantly.

"Uh. Well, the way I did it was actually by accident. I was trying to perform a release ceremony and instead of releasing him, I brought him here, to me."

"This was no accident, Cat, and you know it." Nana took a sip of her lemonade. "It was fate."

There was that word again. Fate. Cat wasn't terribly sure she believed in fate. She found it easier to believe in ghosts and faeries than in fate. She had no idea why.

"Well, I have a little news myself. Remy is coming home."

Remy was a Navy SEAL, and spent a great deal of time away from the family. "Oh, that's wonderful. When does he return and for how long?"

"He's on leave for the next three weeks. He should be here later tonight."

"I'll have to make sure that I stop by and say h.e.l.lo to him."

"Steven Boucher is holding a masque ball for him, since he missed Hallowe'en. It's next weekend, so you have six days to come up with a costume for both you and handsome here."

Steven was a childhood friend and threw one of the best parties during Mardi Gras, rivaled only by his Halloween soirees. Since she'd missed this year's because she was in Scotland, Cat looked forward to the weekend. "Thanks for letting me know."

Nana stood. "Well, I'm off. I have to go to Slidell this afternoon and help Maple with her granddaughter's science project."

Cat walked the older woman to the door. Outside, gleaming in the sun, was the latest Harley Davidson had to offer. Nana might look the part of a frail woman but when she straddled the bike and kicked up the kickstand, any worries that she may not be able to handle the machine disappeared. "Travel safe, Nana."

"I will, darlin'. Now take care of that man of yours."

Cat watched as she rode off.

"That is one incredible woman." Braden pulled her close.

"Yes, she is." Cat rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. She was at peace and wanted nothing to intrude on these feelings.

"Come with me, mo chridh." Braden entwined their fingers and they returned to the house. "We need to talk. It's time I finally told you all of the story about our past."

Foreboding took hold of her stomach. She was finally going to get some answers to her questions, but was she really ready to hear what he had to say?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.

Braden led her to the balcony overlooking the busy street. Once he seated her in one of the wicker chairs, he pulled up the matching footrest and sat in front of her.

"I know I haven't been very communicative about the things you're worried about. For that, I'm sorry."

"No, Braden. It's me, I tend to push and that always gets me into trouble."

"You deserve answers and I'm going to attempt to give them to you today."

"O . . . okay."

"I've already told you about our past together. But there were some details that I left out. Details of my curse."

Catrona sat still as stone. He chaffed her fingers between his hands, needing the physical contact. He knew she was strong and could handle what he was about to tell her. Once this burden was off his shoulders, he could deal with his very uncertain future.

"You had a great many questions regarding the future and the curse put upon me."

Catrona nodded. "You're correct. It's not every day a girl brings the man of her dreams into reality."

Braden managed a chuckle. "Verra true."

They stared at each other for a moment. The sounds of the street, people talking and laughing, drifted up to their secluded spot on the balcony. Braden took a deep breath and then began his story.

"When Morgana placed the curse on me after your soul departed this earth, I admit to not really listening to her rant. At that point I pretty much didn't care what happened to me."

"Then how did you learn the details?"

"Shh." He brushed a stray curl off her cheek. "I sat with your body in my arms for a dozen heartbeats. I didn't want you resting on the cold, hard earth. But at the same time I couldn't make Morgana pay for what she did to you-us-while I held you." He cast his gaze away from Catrona. He didn't have the courage to look her in the eye for the rest of the telling.

"You see, I failed you in the most basic of ways. I didn't keep you safe."

Braden's mind went back to that horrible time. His stomach roiled with the oily nausea that left him clammy and chilled. The same wretched emotions held him in their razor sharp grip. Yet he forced himself to relive the moment in order to explain to Catrona the things he wanted her to understand.

"I was overcome with grief. I grabbed my broadsword and charged Morgana. A foolhardy action, but my mind had disconnected from any rationality I may have possessed. She wasn't alone and it wasn't long before her minions had me under control. I can still hear her cackling laugh ringing in my ears at my attempt to kill her. Morgana was a woman scorned and this empowered her."

"I don't understand. Why was she scorned?"

"Once again I was a fool. Morgana was well known in our clan. A respected druid priestess. She aided my people on many occasions. What I didn't ken is she held an affection for me. Deep feelings I couldn't return. I requested a blessing for a safe journey and a blessed future with you."

"That doesn't sound so horrible, Braden."

"You don't understand, la.s.s. I didn't believe in her magic. I humored her and gave her leave to practice and help my people, because it gave them peace of mind to think one so powerful was on their side. I'd never approached her. But you meant so much to me that I asked her that which I'd never asked before."

Braden turned and faced Catrona. "I didn't ken how much she cared for me; how this request hurt and angered her."

Catrona stood and made her way to him. "That wasn't your fault, Braden. The fault lies with her."

Braden stepped away from the comfort she offered. He noted the pain in her eyes at his action but he felt he truly didn't deserve her understanding.

"That was the beginning of my nightmare. After I foolishly rushed her, she had members of the Comyn clan hold me at sword point as she began to torture me. I prayed for the sweet release of death but when the killing blow finally came, I was catapulted into my own private h.e.l.l. A misty place that was cold and unwelcoming. But instead of being alone as she intended, Alec was cursed as well. He has always had my back and that brutal day was no different. She found cold comfort in knowing he was able to draw her blood before he received the killing blow."

Catrona had returned to her chair. When he finally worked up the courage to face her, he expected to see disgust, hurt and anger. He didn't expect to see understanding and compa.s.sion on her beautiful face. He didn't deserve it; he deserved only her contempt. He had failed her. Because of him, she had been killed.

"Alec had managed to try to stop me from my foolish behavior. He had listened as Morgana cast her evil spell, d.a.m.ning me to a life without love. That is, until your soul returned to the world."

Braden remained silent for a moment. "I don't know if the curse is broken, I don't know if I'm going to be able to age alongside you. Morgana was careful with what she did."

"So that's why you behaved so strangely when I said I could spend the rest of my life with you in bed?"

"Aye. It reminded me that my future is uncertain."

Catrona began to laugh. That wasn't the reaction he expected. He was also caught off guard when she smacked him alongside the head. "You're an a.s.s."

"What?" He rubbed his head.

"Life doesn't come with guarantees. Why would you think you'd be any different? Talk about arrogant Scottish males."

"Didn't you hear what I said? I allowed you to be killed. I didn't protect that which was most important to me."

"Yeah, I heard it the first time. Hmm. h.e.l.lo? Didn't you say this happened because you were trying to protect me? You're an idiot. So your plan was to walk away from our second chance at a happy ending?"

When put that way, he did sound like an a.s.s. "You're not worried that I could be taken from you at a moment's notice?"

"Of course I worry about that. But worrying won't change anything. I love you and-"

"What did you just say?"

Catrona stood and walked to him once more. Her sweet feminine scent wrapped itself around him. Standing on her tiptoes she placed a b.u.t.terfly soft kiss against his slack mouth. "I said, I love you."

"Even after everything I've told you? Admitted to?"

"Yes, Braden. Even after what you told me. I don't think you're responsible for my death way back when. Morgana was responsible, not you."

Braden's heart picked up its tempo. Could he really be looking at a happy ending?

"You'll have to forgive yourself, Braden. You didn't do anything wrong. You loved me and did what you thought was right."

"I love you forever, Catrona Marie." He sealed his pledge with a kiss. Several heartbeats pa.s.sed before pa.s.sion exploded between them. He swept her up into his arms and carried her to bed.

Cat left Braden sleeping. She knew he was wiped out from their earlier conversation. She had a great deal to process. This wasn't your average courtship. Most people meet, go out on a date, then more dates and a happy ending. No one went to Scotland to release a haunted soul and came back with a centuries-old love. No doubt about it, she was setting a new and strange trend. Still, she wouldn't trade her time with Braden for anything in the world and she'd deal with the uncertainty of their future when it came.

His story on the balcony had left her shaken. Her heart broke when she heard the pain in Braden's voice. If she could, she'd s.n.a.t.c.h Morgana bald if she were in front of her.

She dressed and wrote a short note, placing it on her pillow. They needed food and she couldn't afford to keep eating out. Besides, the next day she had to go back to work and wasn't sure when she'd get a chance to run to the grocery store.