Rory eyed him curiously. “Ye want her to remember she is no yer wife?” Aulay hesitated, his mind torn on the subject. Part of him wanted her to remember everything. The part that found hope in her response to his kisses and in her admission that she was attracted to him. That part wanted her to know they weren’t really married so that he could ask her to marry him for real. Because that part was daring to hope that she might agree, and that he could have the wife and children that he’d always taken for granted that he would have before he’d taken the injury to his face.
