‘He is so handsome,’ she thought. ‘Papa is right, he is exactly what a Chieftain should be.’
And then almost mockingly a voice seemed to say,
“A Chieftain without a heart.”
‘He will be afraid to love after what happened to him in his first marriage,’ Tara told herself.
And yet she could well believe that he was able to make any woman’s heart beat faster just because he was so handsome and so outstanding.
‘If only I knew more about men and life,’ Tara murmured to herself and knew how ignorant she was.
She had felt shy and a little embarrassed when the gentlemen in Edinburgh had paid her fulsome compliments and mused that she would gladly exchange them all for one word of kindness from the Duke.
‘He is my husband and I want him to like me and I want him to admire me! I want him to thi
