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I had not intended this friendship to happen. I allowed myself no feelings for Mr Gillespie. I had some liking for Niall, who had grown on me during our trip to Perth. I rather liked Ensign Hepburn, although he was hardly the heroic type and would not last a week living in the glen without his soldiers to support him. Mr Gillespie was a bit of a weakling to give in to a sore ankle. I did not wish any entanglement with a man who took to his bed at the slightest excuse. Besides, he was a landowner and would probably not remain in the area for longer than a few weeks, despite his fancy words.
“Then that is the support I shall give you,” I said lightly, hoping that he wanted no more than my arm for a prop.
If he thought he was going to inveigle me into his bed on the strength of him ownin
