" I’m listening,” she hissed. “Like a fool, I’m waiting for you to give me one decent explanation for all of this. Go ahead—tell me more lies.”
He ran a hand over his face and shook his head. “Lass, I have never lied to you. I adore you and there have never been any other women from the future here. And these—he flung a tampon in the air—“cleaning swabs, I cannot fathom why they upset you so greatly, but I assure you I have never let the maids use them.”
Lisa’s brows furrowed. No man could be so stupid. “Cleaning swabs?”
He snatched up a gun and jerked the barrel in her direction, and an unwrapped tampon shot out. It was coated with black from the slow corrosion of the steel. She eyed it for a moment, bent, and plucked it from the floor. “You clear your guns with these?”
He lowered the gun. “Is that not the purpose for which they were designed? I vow I could not conceive of another.”
“Didn’t you read the box?”
“There were too many words I didn’t understand! "

― Karen Marie Moning , The Highlander's Touch (Highlander, #3)