Sparing a brief welcoming look for Alexander, Islaen nodded. “Iain, and should ye really be calling me love?"
"Mayhaps not but I think I will."
"It may cause talk."
"Aye, we will set the gossips’ tongues to wagging at both ends. T'will be most amusing."
"Ye have a strange idea of fun, Alexander MacDubh."
When she finally spotted Iain she tensed. A fulsome blonde stood very close to him. She was on the tall side for a woman, her shape one that Islaen was sure men desired, and she was both elegant and graceful. What truly frightened Islaen was the softening she could see in Iain's face as he looked at the woman.
"Alexander, who is that woman with Iain?” she asked even though she felt sure she knew.
"What woman?” he asked with an overdone innocence.
"Ye ken what woman,” she said sternly.
"Lady Mary Cameron. Ye dinnae ken the woman."
"Aye, I am afraid I do.” She looked at him after watching the woman stroke Iain's face and smiled crookedly. “Weel, are ye going to tell me again that I neednae fash myself about the women?"
