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He had taken her heart He had turned lust into love Meg loved a man who did not love her, a man she was not even sure she coainst loving any man ould not feel the same for her And she had lost

From somewhere she found her voice, surprised that despite the turmoil inside her, it sounded quite normal

“Very well, Alison, thank you I will be down in a little while Be

sure theride ahead of him”

“I’ll leave your robe here,little smile, and closed the door softly behind her

Reluctantly, stiffly, Meg clio with the aches, and finding her robe, she covered herself so that she would not have to think about them It was not safe here, in this roo to escape: She felt as if she ht e What if she told him she loved him, and he looked at her in puzzlement, or amusement, or worst of all, with pity? She would curl up and die No, it was better if she got dressed immediately and escaped this rooht, she just didn’t trust herself to be sensible…

His strong arh to ainst his chest Meg thought she would actually melt as his warm breath stirred her hair

“Where are you going, lady wife?” his teasing voice was deep and husky with sleep He sounded nothing like the taciturn Captain Grant, or the self-contained man she had come to know on their journey from Clashennic

“Major Litchfield is leaving and I must say farewell—”

“Och, why canna the man sleep late this once?”

His gru smile despite herself Now that was more like Captain Grant! She turned her head so that she could look up at him, and lifted a slim eyebrow “Major Litchfield has work to do, as I do And you, Captain Grant”

“They’ll not expect us down till noon”

“I never sleep until noon,” she said flatly

“Sleep? Who spoke of sleep?”

He kissed her cheek, nuzzling against her, and then he turned her to face hi’s breasts were pressed to his chest, her nipples already tightening in anticipation He knew it, too, because his ant, but she conceded that he had a right to be