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She took another stitch, setting theht, side by side There would still be a scar, but it should be nice and straight and narrow She took another stitch, hardly noticing thethe wound, Gregor stiff and white beneath her hands, Duncan e of her vision, holding the bowl of water

Each stitch careful and precise, one by one, until there was one more stitch needed

Meg made it, and watched Malcolm snip the thread He took the needle from her hand “Ye’ve done a bonny job, ree”

It was only then that the roo like a top She swayed, reaching out for purchase, and so her up She looked down and saw that Gregor had closed his large hand upon hers, fingers intertwining She blinked and her head cleared a little, although her legs were still shaky His amber eyes were fastened upon hers as tenaciously as his hand on her hand

“I’ to swoon,” she assured him, a little breathlessly

“Neither am I,” he replied

“I’ve never been ood with men,” she went on, and then flushed,Where had that come from? Were her wits quite addled?

His ain “Mabbe you just have not ht one”

“Done,” Malcoled the arm with deft twists in the clean strips of cloth supplied by the innkeeper’s daughter “There, lad, ye’ll feel more comfortable now,” he said with a confident air

The ‘lad’ looked as if he, despite his assertion to the contrary and his char smile, was about to pass out

“Let’s get ye to bed,” Malcol one here at the inn for tonight”

“Can you arrange that?” Meg asked, looking to Morag

“I’ll see to it, irl said “Will ye eat now, my lady, or would ye prefer a tray to your room?”

“A tray,” Meg said, gratefully, and the girl hurried off to prepare a room and see to the food

Meg looked down at the man before her, hesitant He had said that he owed her a favor, and here was her chance to call that favor in