Jaime pulled back and looked questioningly into Malcolm’s eyes. “You spoke to my parents about this before you left Scotland?”
“Well, aye.” The Highlander cast around for the right words. “Elizabeth thought...well, that if I were to come across you in my travels...”
“You said you were going to Rotterdam, not to England. How could you come across me?” Jaime stared at the suddenly sheepish expression on his face. “What are you holding back?”
“What makes you think I’m holding anything back?”
She thumped her fists once solidly on his chest, her eyes blazing. “I’ve had quite enough of playing the half-wit for one day. Don’t treat me like one any longer.”
He gathered her hands into his and brought them to his lips. “Never. I shall never again treat you ill nor think you any less than the ma
