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    “Oh, sure.”
    He didn't wait for her to obey, but picked her up and carried her to the same spot where they'd begun. She relaxed beneath him when he followed her down and covered her with his big body.
    Easing her legs apart to accommodate his thighs, she exhaled as he entered her in a slow thrust.
    “Hold onto me, lass.”
    She did as he asked as her feminine muscles contracted around him. Her heart leaped to her throat at the sensation of being filled so fully. She clung to his shoulders.
    He began to thrust, hard and deep, each movement shuddering through her, sending her spiraling upward. The throb turned to a lancing pulse.
    She clutched him, surrendering to the onslaught, barely aware of his heavy, rasping breaths, the slickness of sweat beneath her hands, the muscles of his thighs knotting against her own taut flesh. She screamed as her climax rifled through her.
    He was right behind her. His hot ejaculation filled her. The only thing that saved him from crushing her was his weight propped on his elbows.
    “Jenny.”
    The way he whispered her name against her lips was the best thing he could have done. It was perfect, just like the sex they'd shared. She gave him a long kiss. “Thank you,” she breathed, her heart still racing in her chest.
    A bemused smile marred the chiseled planes of his face. Rolling off her, he carried her along. Tucked against his side, Jenny heaved a happy sigh. “That was great.”
    Reality encroached on her as her heart slowed and her respirations returned to normal. The specter of future responsibility she'd basked beneath didn't change shape or purpose in the past. She needed to get back to her room, back to the starkness of her sad life, but the thought of leaving him made her heart ache. “I should leave.”
    He didn't say anything when she exited the bed however; the feel of his gaze trailing her was unshakable. Tears stung at her eyes while she tossed on her nightgown. She quickly picked up his clothes, folded them and set them on top of a chest. “I don't know if I'll see you tomorrow. If I don't, have a good day.”
    When he startled her at the door, she uttered a surprised, “Ah.” How a man as big as he could move so fast and silently was beyond her. “Really, I should get back to Lila. I'll be fine. I promise there'll be no more tears.” Yeah, right . Even before she turned the iron ring to open the door the wetness overflowed her eyes. An apology sat on the tip of her tongue, but for the life of her, she didn't know what she was sorry about. “Please, let me go.”
    He dropped his bombshell in stilted French. “My wife sleeps with me.”
    Spinning around, Jenny gaped at him. “Your...what?” Maybe she hadn't heard him right or he'd used the word 'wife' without really knowing what it meant. After all, Father Thomas had said there were only a few members of the clan who spoke broken French, Iaen amongst them. That had to be it. He'd confused the term. He couldn't possibly mean he wanted her for a wife.
    “I asked you to trust me, lass.”
    “Yes...but...but...you called me your wife. Girlfriend, you know, petite amie ?”
    “Trust me.” He took her lips in a searing kiss.

Chapter Four

    Is it time for your medication or mine?

    “It's about time you showed up,” Lila complained. “I'm going to dock your pay. That's what you deserve for leaving me alone with this bitch.”
    Jenny sent Charlzie an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I don't have an alarm clock.” Which was a given. It was who had made her late that had her blushing to the roots of her hair. Iaen had woken her before dawn to make slow, sweet love to her. And, for the second time in her life, she hadn't had to fake an orgasm.
    She'd fallen back to sleep in his arms. When she'd finally cracked her eyes, she'd met a kind young woman who explained in halting statements that the Laird had asked her to serve as Jenny's maid.
    Meg was too cute for words since she littered her French sentences with