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together and realized he’d just pissed off the person he wanted to buy gravel from. Assuming she’d even sell to him now. And theneven if she did, he’d likely be paying an arm and a leg for every last rock and grain of sand.
    “Which branch of the military were you in?” Trace asked.
    Duncan looked down at himself in surprise. “Funny; I could have sworn I left my uniform in Iraq.”
    Trace chuckled. “You forgot to leave that guarded look with it.” He shrugged. “It’s common knowledge that every MacKeage and MacBain serves a stint in the military.” He suddenly frowned. “Only I’ve never heard it said that any of the women in your families have served.”
    “And they won’t as long as Greylen MacKeage and Michael MacBain are still lairds of our clans,” Duncan said with a grin. “It’ll take a few more generations before we let our women deliberately put themselves in harm’s way.”
    Trace shook his head. “You really are all throwbacks. You must have a hell of a time finding wives. Or is that why some of you resort to kidnapping?”
    Duncan decided he liked Trace Huntsman. “There’s no ‘resorting’ to it; we’re merely continuing a family tradition that actually seems to work more often than it backfires. And besides, it beats the hell out of wasting time dating a woman for two or three years once we’ve found the right one.”
    “You don’t think the woman might like to make sure
you’re
the right one before she finds herself walking down the aisle, wondering how she got there?”
    Duncan shifted his weight off his knee with a shrug. “Not according to my father. Dad claims time is the enemy when it comes to courting; that if a man takes too long wooing a woman, then he might as well hand her his manhood on a platter.”
    Trace eyed him suspiciously. “Are you serious?”
    “Tell me, Huntsman; how’s courting Fiona been working for you?”
    “We’re not talking about me,” he growled. “We’re talking about you MacKeages and your habit of scaring women into marrying you.”
    “I did notice you managed to get an engagement ring on her finger,” Duncan pressed on. “So when’s the wedding?”
    Trace relaxed back on his hips and folded his arms over hischest with a heavy sigh. “You don’t happen to have an available cabin in Pine Creek, do you?”
    Duncan slapped Trace on the back and started them toward the refreshment table. “Considering Fiona is Matt Gregor’s baby sister, I think you might want to look for a cabin a little farther away. Hell, everyone within twenty miles of Pine Creek heard Matt’s roar when he learned she was openly living with you without benefit of marriage.”
    Trace stopped in front of the large bowl of dark ale and glared at Duncan. “A fact that has brought us full circle back to women being warriors. The only reason I’m still alive is because Fiona puts the fear of God into her brothers if they so much as frown at me.” He looked at Peg Thompson, then back at Duncan—specifically at the scratch on his cheek. “Trust me; the strong-arm approach won’t work on any woman who can handle children. Not if a man values his hide.”
    Duncan refilled his tankard. “Which is exactly why I’m still a bachelor,” he said, just before gulping down his third kick-in-the-ass like a true highlander.

Chapter Three

    Peg stared out the windshield of her van at Inglenook’s main lodge, so disheartened that she couldn’t quit sobbing. She had finally found a job that paid enough that she’d finally be able to put a roof that didn’t leak over her children’s head, yet here she was trying to pull herself together long enough to quit. She couldn’t even give a two-week notice, since the reason she was quitting was that she couldn’t find affordable daycare for the twins. After Jacob’s traumatizing incident Friday and her shameful behavior Saturday, Peg had spent two sleepless nights and all day Sunday wrestling with her decision to give her