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hard voice.
    “Ye are no’…”
    “Aye, we are,” Calum said, glaring at Alec.
    “Just thee or yer brothers, too?” Alec queried.
    “All of us,” Hamish answered.
    Maeghan had no clue what they were conversing about, but a frisson of alarm skittered up her spine. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She looked from one Campbell to another and saw the steely determination in their eyes. Whatever it was, they weren’t about to back down.
    Pain shot through Maeghan’s ribs when she moved, and perspiration formed on her brow. She reached for the table and clung to the edge until the pain began to recede. When she straightened slowly, a large, muscular arm wrapped around her waist. Lifting her head, she gazed into the eyes of Hamish Campbell. She hadn’t even heard the man move, and now he was sitting at her side.
    He picked up her goblet, crushing something into the wine before he held it to her lips. “Drink up, love. This herb comes from our healer. It will help the pain.”
    Maeghan didn’t have much choice. It was either swallow or drown. Hamish tipped the vessel and didn’t stop until the goblet was empty. Her vision began to blur and the room felt like it was swaying. The arm around her waist moved and then she was being lifted. She tried to protest, but her tongue felt so thick she couldn’t form words. Hard thighs warmed her bottom, and she was pulled up against a big, warm body. I’m sitting in someone’s lap. A giggle escaped before everything went black.

Chapter Four
     
    “What did ye give her?” Alec bellowed when Hamish Campbell lifted an almost-unconscious Maeghan onto his lap.
    “She was in pain. The herbs in her wine will ease her,” Ewan answered. “Ye saw how stiffly she held herself. Do ye honestly think we would harm the lass?”
    “Nay,” Alec sighed.
    “Tell me something.” Calum’s soft voice caused the hair on Ewan’s nape to rise. “Why did ye no’ know how the lass cared for herself?”
    “I have a clan to care for. Ye of all people should know how much time that takes. Her father was a good man, but his affairs were no’ mine.”
    “Did ye no’ know that she survived by selling her loom’s work for supplies?” Hamish questioned.
    “Nay.”
    “Maeghan is no longer of thy clan,” Ewan stated.
    “The hell she’s…”
    Alec MacTavish trailed off, but Ewan still watched him closely as he stood in their hall, glaring at them with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Ewan could kill him before he even drew his claymore from his scabbard, but from Alec’s hesitation, he knew it. No one had ever bested him or his brothers with a sword. A few had come close, and perhaps Alec would be one of those few, but he wasn’t stupid enough to try it.
    “Ye should have known that one of thy own needed food. An unwed female should have had the protection of thy keep,” Hamish said in an icy voice.
    “Aye.” Alec removed his hand from his sword and sat back down. “Ye will be able to protect her better than I. When do ye plan to tell the lass?”
    “As soon as possible, but I think we should give her body time to heal first.” Calum smiled.
    “Ye are attracted to her,” Alec said.
    “Aye.”
    “She’ll give ye a fight.”
    “Aye.” Ewan laughed.
    “We are looking forward to protecting her.” Calum smiled.
    “Ye won’t hurt her, will ye?”
    “That’s no’ our way. Anyone weaker than us should be protected. We cherish all females, young or old,” Ewan said.
    “I wish ye luck.” Alec rose to his feet and headed across the hall. He looked back over his shoulder. “Ye are going to need it.” Laughter echoed back to Ewan and his brothers as Alec left.
    Ewan walked around the table and sat beside Hamish. His brother was staring at the small bundle of femininity in his arms. Reaching out, he brushed the hair back from her bruised face. She was so tiny compared to him and his brothers that Ewan was almost afraid to touch her. But then he remembered