He gave her an encouraging smile. “I know horrible memories haunt your dreams, but you’re the strongest woman I know. If anyone can do this, it’s you. We must kill the snakes in our garden, protect what we love, and let no man stand in our way.

I’ve learned that the heart does not lie. The thought of never being with him or having him in my life again shattered me. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of his smile or remember his laugh, his touch, and how that alluring Scottish accent always made my knees tremble.

I want to share something you that Uncle Walter once told me: You don’t choose who to love. Love finds you. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that you cannot, and most certainly should not, force your feelings...

Truth be told, I’ve seen ye watching me, staring. Your eyes tell me what ye are thinking.” When she stiffened, he leaned in closer. “I think ye wonder what lies beneath my kilt. If ye ask me nicely, mayhap I’ll show ye. But ye’ll have to say please.

Don’t worry. Blood will not be shed. Although if there was, I’m sure your husband would have another fine tapestry made.

He gave her body a raking gaze. "I doona give up my secrets that easily, lass. And it takes a lot more than honeyed words to persuade me. If ye must know, I prefer to be wooed first.

He shrugged. "I am nae like any otherman. I am a Highlander.

I don't like to play with my prey. I prefer their deaths to be quick.

The front of the man's kilt suddenly became very wet and Ian's eyes widened in surprise."Did he just piss in a Munro kilt?"Ruairi smiled. "I think he did.""The bastard has nay respect

Ravenna stammered with confusion."I see I've rendered her speechless," said Ruairi. "They say there is a first time for everything.