“Her honor will come to no harm at my hands,” Jack said.“’Tis not her honor but her tender heart that I worry about,” Alexander said.“She’s a delicate lass,” Hugh added.“Aye,” said Gregor. “A Scottish rose.”“Your tender, delicate rose had me ambushed, knocked unconscious, and forced to wed,” Jack groundout. “Facts you all know, if you’ve spoken to Hamish.”Dougal grinned, his teeth flashing whitely. “She has the devil’s own temper, our Fiona does.”

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