Meg's emerald gaze glinted like a cool jewel as it met his. "Oh, he never told me himself he was looking. No. I don't think he wanted to admit to it, for some strange reason. Of course, I should have known fine that you'd have already found her, Callm. And brought her here. And, of course, with the weather being the way it is, you couldn't send for me. Still, thank God. Now we can get on with the business o' the wedding."
Wasn't that just great? How some problems just hung about like a bad smell? This one was stinking up his cave.He knitted his brows.
"The wedding?"
Meg must have thought him beyond honorable though. Or was it the fact there hadn't been a whisper about him and a woman in years that said incapable was more likely? As for her, dripping honey like a spilt jar, was he mistak
