Duncan was happier than ever he could recall. Eglantine had neither cast him from her bed nor laid charges of savagery at his feet. She had not only returned his ardor, but she had confided in him. Her child pummeled him playfully and the lady watched with an indulgent eye.
He had found another family. This family Duncan intended not only to keep but to protect with his very life, if necessary. Dugall would not have his due here.
In the midst of his musings, one of the unpleasant facets of this family suddenly intruded. Alienor swept into the tent unannounced and Duncan winced, wondering what manner of mischief she would make this morn.
His response was evidently shared, for she glared at him with undisguised hostility. “You should not be in my stepmother’s bed!”
Eglantine clicked her
