Thunder rumbled suddenly in the distance and Morgaine paused to listen. Her gaze flicked to the window, back to Alasdair, then away.
“It’s going to rain,” she acknowledged and there was a seed of doubt in her tone. When she chewed her lip, Alasdair understood the direction of her thoughts.
Ha! She dreaded casting him in out foul weather! Alasdair had only to feel the tide turn in his direction to seize the opportunity.
Already he had seen that she could have a soft heart and Alasdair hoped he could win her sympathy.
“Aye, the Micra will be cold and damp, no doubt.” He shrugged, feigning indifference. “But if you cannot bring yourself to trust a man who would grant you his word, then what else am I to do?”
Her eyes flashed and Alasdair pretended a disappointment he was far from feeling
