Aiden shot out of bed. He put his body between Anna and whatever threat had entered their room, but he relaxed as the sleep left him and he realized who it was.
“Easy, brother. The innkeeper said ye were in this room so we thought to see ye first before we saw to our own room. We didna ken ye were entertaining a lassie.” Brodie’s laugh made Aiden lower his fists. Lydia, the Englishwoman Brodie had recently married, stood next to him, her eyes wide in scandalized shock. She was the one who had yelled at him.
“What are you doing, Aiden?” Lydia asked, clearly stunned. “And who is that with you?”
“Aiden?” Anna’s anxious voice grabbed his attention. She had the covers pulled up to her chin, not in fear, but shame and worry.
“’Tis only my brother Brodie and his wife, Lydia. Give me a minute
