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" Her gaze met his, her green eyes glazed and filled with shadows. "I-Iain?"
Iain understood those shadows only too well. She was in shock. She had witnessed the full horror of war. Worse, she had killed a man. Like a young soldier after his first battle, she was struggling to cope. 'Twas an anguish no woman should have to bear.
His rage broke like the tide against the shore, and before he could think, he pulled her hard against him, held her, stroked her hair. "You foolish, brave woman! Why do you no' obey me?"
"What the bloody hell is he doin'?" Connor asked from somewhere behind them.
Morgan answered, "I think he's punishin' her."
"If he tries this on the men, they'll mutiny. "
― Pamela Clare , Surrender (MacKinnon’s Rangers, #1)
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" But if she were still unmarried by war’s end . . .
What the bloody hell are you thinkin’, MacKinnon?
He was thinking of bedding her.
Nay, ‘twas more than that. He was thinking of wooing her.
Och! For God’s sake, he was thinking of marrying her.
Are you mad, MacKinnon. You barely ken the lass.
Even as he rejected the notion, some part of him decided it was not so daft as it seemed. They were both from the Highlands. She was bonnie, strong, and spirited, qualities that would surely pass to her children, while he had the skill to protect her, provide for her—and show her what the passion in her Scottish blood was for.
Aye, but she was a Protestant and came from Loyalist roots, while he was Catholic and sprang from a clan that had stood by the Stuarts. Then there was the fact that he was bound to this war until its end. And had a price on his head. And was without a roof to shelter her.
A lass would be silly to pass up such a match, MacKinnon. Bloody grand idea. "
― Pamela Clare , Surrender (MacKinnon’s Rangers, #1)