“I do know Captain Carnegie. Are ye satisfied? We have a prior acquaintance.” “Ye know him? How is that possible?” “He was in Staffordshire with his regiment when I traveled with Aunt and Uncle Leith that summer. We attended a house party together.” More silence . . . still loud and buzzing and thunderous. “Bloody hell, that was twenty years past, Leah.” He shook his head. “That hardly constitutes knowing a man.” “Perhaps not, but he is not a stranger tae me.” “So he remembers ye, too?” “Well . . . no, not as such, but I ken—” “Ye like him. Ye are a wee bitty infatuated with him.” Malcolm’s
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