QUOTE : Tavish stepped closer and lowered his voice. “After he what, Sweet Katie?” She didn’t answer. Her gaze fell again. After the fire he’d seen in her so many times, Tavish hated seeing her beaten down. He placed two fingers under her chin and raised her face again. He only allowed himself a moment to consider how pleasant the simple touch was. “After what, Katie?” he asked again. “He called me a ‘filthy Irishwoman.’” Tavish froze, not with shock—Johnson said such things often—but with anger. “He called you that to your face, he did?