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I even know how babies get into the mamas’ stomachs. Want to hear?” “Oh, yes.” “Once they get married, the papa spits into his goblet of wine and then he makes the mama take a big drink. As soon as she swallows, she’s got a baby in her stomach.”
“Can I keep her?” “For the love of . . . No, you can’t keep her. She isn’t a puppy. You can be her friend, though,”
It was a perfect friendship. Frances Catherine had finally found someone who wanted to listen to what she had to say, and Judith had finally found someone who wanted to talk to her.
Uncle Herbert said. She believed everything he told her. He was such a kind, loving man, and when Judith suggested that Tekel and her mother had never spent any time with a Scottish family and that was why they didn’t realize what fine, good-hearted people they were,
she found out the true reason her mother hated the Scots. She was married to one.
Patrick would have heart palpitations if he ever found out Judith’s father was Laird Maclean.
gossip vine that Frances Catherine was expecting, she’d had most of her baggage packed and all of her friend’s gifts wrapped in pretty pink lace ribbons.
I met a girl named Frances Catherine Kirkcaldy.
“The ring belongs to the bastard Maclean. The intricate design around the stone holds some meaning to the family.
she was still reeling from the woman’s casual remark that the Macleans were the Maitlands’ enemies.
“Let me know, Iain.” “Let you know what?” “If you’re going to keep her or not.” “And if I’m not?” “Then I am.”
“I specifically remember we both promised never to drink from any man’s goblet of wine. From the looks of you, Frances Catherine, I’m thinking you broke your word.”
“Judith,” he began. “Yes, Iain?” “I’m keeping you.”
“But wanting and loving are two different matters. I might not love you,” she added. She knew that was a lie as soon as the words were out of her mouth. He knew it, too. “Aye, you do love me.”
“And the other promise?” “Iain won’t get drunk in my presence.”
We did get married, didn’t we?” “She thinks she might have married Graham,”
“Don’t you dare weep,” he commanded. “You’ve broken my heart.” “I’ll fix it later.”
“You and I belong to each other, Judith. Nothing else matters. Remember that.”
“It’s all my fault, I tell you,” Patrick repeated in an anguished whisper. “Hell,” Iain muttered. “Of course it’s your fault. You took her to your bed—”
“He loves his wife,” she replied. “He’s afraid for her.” Iain shrugged. “I love you, but I’m sure as hell not going to carry on the way Patrick is when you give me my son or daughter.”
She found his honesty refreshing. “You don’t like anyone, do you?” His smile was filled with tenderness. “I like you.”
“You’ve shown me you can give your friend your complete trust. I want the same, Judith. You’ve told me you trust me. Yet if you trusted me with all your heart, completely, you would accept without question that when I tell you I love you, I mean it. Only then will your uncertainty, your fear, your hurt go away.”
