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Major Litchfield smiled, nodded, and spoke around his fullI believe I will miss Scotland very much”

Was there so more to his words than could be seen on the surface? If there was, Meg had no wish to delve into it Instead she smiled and assured him, “We will all miss you, too And I aood-bye He is very tired after yesterday, and I thought it best to leave him sleep”

Major Litchfield made a sympathetic moue “I understand He wasA personal dream come true for him, eh?”

Yes, the general was pleased He had played matchmaker for the second tihter ed to a gentleeneral had always liked and adh his world were full to overflowing Completed

Was that why he was letting go? Because he had done what he set out to do?

Meg chanced a glance at her new husband, and with a frisson of shock realized he in turn atching her, his eyes alert beneath his dark lashes When he caught her peeping, he gave a slow smile, as if she a cream to his coffee

Meg fiddled with her napkin, desperately wishing herself ht he had initiated her into the pleasures of the flesh, and she loved hiuess how she felt about him? Had he realized she was completely and totally besotted with him?

She needed time to think, to consider her position

Last night, for her at least, had been so If he were to kno she felt, itthat they had If he knew she loved hie toward her And suddenly she was very anxious not to do or say anything that ht spoil what had occurred between them

Better to keep her distance, then, until she had decided upon her most sensible and practical course of action

Pasting on a bright s turned her attention back to Major Litchfield and began to ask hi as if every detail were a fascinating revelation By the time the meal was done and the major had set off down the yew tree avenue, she felt completely exhausted

An aard silence fell between Gregor and herself Meg felt his gaze upon her, but she could not look at him She didn’t trust herself

“There is still work to be done with the et to it” But he sounded as if he were asking her a question, and his eyes were fixed on her, as if seeking some clue as to her possible answer

“They will be sleeping off their whiskey froht”

His eyes lit up