Morgan could not wait to be rid of him.
Alasdair fought against his instinctive dislike of that certainty. ’Twas clearly because he had never been unwelcome in a woman’s company before, especially one upon whom he had lavished his rough charm.
But ’twas something more than that irking him and in a secret corner of his mind, Alasdair acknowledged the truth.
He loved Morgan. Indeed, he had fallen irrevocably in love with his wee enchantress.
And he was not by any means ready to part her company.
Even for his son.
This might have been frightening enough—for Alasdair had never permitted anyone to have such an effect upon him—if the lady had not been so intent on sending him away from her side. What was more, the sooner that happened was clearly the better, to her way of thinking.
And th
