When Jaime moaned and stirred, Malcolm—holding her securely in his arms—shook her slightly, but to no avail. The young woman fell silent and still once again.
The Highlander glanced up at Caddy, who had been hovering nearby, and who again took her seat by the end of the bed. He cleared his throat and looked for the right words.
When she glanced up at him from her sewing, he nodded to her. “I haven’t been very kind to you in the past. And yet you’ve treated me very decently. Better than I’ve deserved, I would say.”
“Aye, m’lord.”
Malcolm nodded again with a gentle smile. “You’ve been with Jaime since she left Scotland for England?”
“Nay, much longer, m’lord,” the woman answered. “I first came to my mistress when she was being sent to France. She was just a lass, though a bonny one, as
