It was hard not to cheer with relief at this proof that he had noticed no change. “It willnae hurt if I wait a wee while, will it?"
"Nay,” he answered and turned onto his back, pulling her into his arms and smiling at the way she cuddled up to him.
"Good. I am feeling too nicely weary to trouble with it."
"Ah, weel, and here was I eager to see ye bounce again."
"Ye are a rogue."
"Aye, mayhaps."
"Anither time."
"Aye, we have years.” He suddenly thought of Duncan MacLennon as he spoke and inwardly grimaced.
Islaen heard an odd note in his voice but instinct told her she would find out nothing if she asked about it. Suddenly she recalled him speaking of a man set upon killing him and she pressed closer to him. She was going to have to do something, she decided firmly, to remove that shadow from their lives.
