The Ghost (Highland Guard, #12)

by Monica McCarty

For the first time Joan’s gaze turned to the other man whom she’d only been vaguely aware of. She recognized de Percy’s champion Sir Robert Felton. The vaunted knight was also tall, well muscled, light haired, handsome, and bare to the waist, but for some reason she hadn’t noticed him. Her focus had been entirely on the other knight. Although admittedly, Alex Seton didn’t look like much of a knight right now. She didn’t realize he was so . . . overpowering. Good Lord! Stripped to all his primitive glory, he looked every inch the ruthless brigand. Her gaze absorbed every ripple, every rock-hard edge, every bulge and line of the powerful muscles on his chest and arms. She might have to rethink her golden knight fantasy. There was something to be said for brutal, fierce, and dangerous. But he wasn’t her fantasy, she reminded herself. He was a judgmental, self-righteous traitor who didn’t know how to mind his own business. Lachlan used to refer to him as Sir Galahad—the idealized perfect knight who always spoke of doing what was right. Joan understood what he meant now. Obviously, Sir Alex had a moral compass that didn’t flicker to gray.