What the devil was going on? Is she having nightmares?” Aulay raised his eyebrows at that and then shook his head with disgust. “The very fact that ye’d ask that tells me ye really need to set yer medicinal studies aside once in a while and visit the local light skirt, brother.” Rory stiffened at the words and then narrowed his eyes. “Aulay, ye did no’—?” “Nay,” he interrupted firmly, and shifted to ease his discomfort as he added, “I just . . . distracted her.”
