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And he too turned, and walked away

The fiddler struck up, the druh the rooor led his bride into a dance, her hands in his, her silken skirts brushing his kilt Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were pink, for she had already danced many times, with many men

Major Litchfield had taken a turn, sor had watched He had been conversing with another of the guests, trying not to let the sight of his wife and the or had iuest he was conversing with suddenly stopped talking and gave hilance

Had there really been or hoped not He was not a jealous rab hold of her and never let her go

Now the fiddler quickened his pace, his fingers flying, and Gregor spun Meg around and around Her head fell back and she laughed He spun her again and she laughed again, her eyes shining, her hair bouncing about her in a cascade of flame curls Suddenly it didn’t matter what had been before this moment The or meant to enjoy it

He pulled her forward into his ar the sway of her slender but curvaceous body, the scent of her skin in his nostrils, the soft brush of her hair as she turned her head

The an Dhui whiskey He was home, back in the place he loved above all others He was ho had made that possible

Noanted to ht He wanted tohis wife in truth

“It grows late,” Gregor said softly, and knew by the sudden tension in her that she understood exactly what he meant

Meg couldn’t stop her eyes fro to his She wondered if he saw the anxiety in them, and the doubt He must have, for hissmile

“They are expecting us to leave very soon,” he went on “They are waiting, Meg”

Meg glanced about her Half of their guests had nodded off, the priest a the for the happy couple to retire The general was slumped in his chair, while beside hiood food Gregor was right, it was tiood wishes

With a quick nod, Meg assented

Gregor slipped his ar naturally on her hip “Are you ready then?” he asked her, as if he wanted to be absolutely sure

Was she ready? Meg shivered with apprehension, and so else that curled in her belly and quickened her breath His hand on her hip burned; no man had ever touched her there, so fa had never lain with a or She wanted Gregor It was the truth, and she had told herself that day at Loch Dhui that she would admit the truth to herself, even if she told no one else