"What about them?"
"Would you mind telling me how the hell you managed it? To give me the slip? You see, I like to think my defenses are strong. Obviously you had help. How many men are there here in Lochalpin?"
"I don't know. I've hardly counted them."
He paused. "Listen, Princess, if I have to turn this glen upside down, I will find them."
"If that's what you enjoy. Don't let me stand in the way of a good time. Personally—"
"Don't you worry your sweet little head about that. That's exactly what I'm going to have." The grit became a growl. He grasped the chair arms, his face, burnished by the firelight, inches from hers."Where's your clothes?"
"Clothes?"
It was a stupid thing to say, but this talk had nothing to do with her being an unfaithful wife, did it? And she needed it to.
