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me at all. I was only wondering when he’d return.”
    Something in Fagan’s gut cautioned him not to ask. Granted, he wasn’t adept at reading the lasses, but he wondered what this was all about. Another disturbing thought came to mind. Surely the young lady wasn’t pining after Munro. The idea was simply absurd.
    Dear God .
    Something clicked in his mind. Not only had wee Katherine taken a liking to Torquil, but now Elizabeth had her sights set on the neighboring laird. He’d definitely have to warn Ian to run hard and fast. When the Sutherland lands were invaded by an army of English lasses, Fagan had known the women would hold no prisoners in their wake, and his instincts were usually right.
    â€œPray excuse me, Fagan.”
    Elizabeth walked over to the waiting carriages. As all four Walsingham sisters stood in the bailey, Fagan leisurely made his way to Ruairi’s side. He knew that he should lend moral support to his friend, but he walked slowly enough to make sure the man suffered just a little. From the looks of things, Ruairi was drowning in a pool of English—something he deserved for bringing such chaos into the clan.
    â€œUncle Walter, Ruairi and I can’t thank you enough for coming to our wedding.”
    â€œI wouldn’t have missed it. Your mother and father would’ve been proud, and you don’t need to thank me, Ravenna. I’d do anything for you girls. You know that.”
    Grace entwined her arm with Ravenna’s. “I hope you mean that, Uncle Walter, because when I return to England, you and I are going to have a little chat.” Grace’s eyes narrowed and something unspoken passed between them.
    Lord Mildmay turned his head to the side, clearing his throat, while Fagan wondered what the wily minx was up to now. He couldn’t wait until she returned to England because that would be one less problem he’d have to deal with.
    Lord Casterbrook stepped forward and lifted Grace’s hand, brushing a brief kiss across her knuckles. “My dearest lady, England will not be the same without your presence. I will count the days until your safe return.”
    With all Fagan’s might, he tried not to roll his eyes. He truly did. But when a little smirk escaped him, Ruairi elbowed him in the gut.
    â€œI’ll send my own private carriage for you when you are ready to return, and my men will escort you safely home.”
    â€œOh, that won’t be necessary,” Ravenna interrupted.
    Lord Casterbrook lifted a brow. “Oh…and why is that, Lady Sutherland?”
    â€œThe captain of my husband’s guard will be escorting Grace home.”

Three
    The dust had barely settled as the carriages departed through the gates, but Grace couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. Fagan had stiffened as though Ravenna had struck him, and his mouth was clenched tighter now, if that was even possible.
    â€œWhy? Why would you refuse to let Daniel send someone to escort me home? Ravenna, the last thing I want to do is travel home with…your husband’s captain.” Grace was resentful that Ravenna hadn’t consulted her first before volunteering Fagan’s services. Not only could Grace see the man’s discontent, but she could feel him seething with mounting rage. She’d made every effort to mask the look of disgust that she knew had crossed her face, but she wasn’t sure if she’d succeeded. She was so angry with her sister that she really didn’t care.
    Ruairi placed his hand on Ravenna’s shoulder. “Ye were supposed to let me talk with Fagan first.”
    â€œMy apologies, but I thought you already had.”
    For several long moments, Ruairi stood huddled with Fagan as they spoke in Gaelic. When the conversation didn’t appear to be ending any time soon, Grace’s temper flared. How rude! The men knew she and Ravenna didn’t speak a word of their savage tongue. By the tone in