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impetuous joining, she blushed deeper, guessing that what had happened was no secret once the woman saw the shambles of the bed and Leanna’s completely undressed state.
    The older woman—the one Laird McCray had called Rossie—sighed loudly, her pale blue eyes narrowing. “Poor bonny child, he couldn’t leave you alone even at such an early hour, could he?”
    “I . . . I . . .” Leanna stammered, reluctant to explain she had actually stripped naked and offered herself to the man in question.
    “It’s barely afternoon,” Rossie snapped, looking indignant. “That beast.”
    “He wasn’t a beast precisely—”
    “No? Well, that still doesn’t excuse him. Young, handsome scoundrel that he be, he had to have his way with you, didn’t he? I saw it in his eyes when he carried you into the house last night. I am guessing he took your innocence.”
    “He didn’t harm me.” Leanna finally managed to get out the words.
    Rossie still looked irate, the tray trembling in her hands. “I should hope not or I’d have his head. Tell me, child, are you tender? I have some salve I give to the village girls when they are married . . . something to ease the discomfort of the next day.”
    Utterly off balance, Leanna found that when she shifted, she was a bit sore between her legs. “I might be,” she confessed, warmed by the older woman’s frankness and the open concern and motherly protectiveness in her expression. Her own mother had died when she was only nine and she desperately missed her.
    “I’ll go get it.” Rossie set the tray down. “You just rest and have a glass of wine. I’ll pour it for you. There’s also some lovely cold roasted chicken and a meat pie.”
    Soon, Leanna found herself propped against the pillows, sipping a glass of cool, sweet amber liquid, the tray balanced on her lap, her mouth watering at the sight of the first real food that had tempted her in weeks. She began to eat, drinking her wine at intervals and marveling how life could change so quickly and completely. The food was delicious and the beverage lovely, and she sighed in contentment just from knowing she was miles and miles from the tower prison where she’d so recently awaited a hideous fate. To her father, Frankton had presented a much different face from the one she had discovered once he had arrived with his men to escort her to his holding. The baron’s gloating possessiveness had first alarmed her, then disgusted her, and from that had grown true fear. He was not a kind man, nor a good one.
    “Here we are.” The door swung back open as Rossie returned, a small vial in her hand. The housekeeper beamed in approval when she caught sight of the half-empty plate. “There’s a good lass. Some food will do you good, as you’re too slender, my lady. Will you take more wine?”
    “No, thank you. It was all wonderful.” Leanna let the woman take the tray and sank back amid the pillows. Her room was well-appointed and comfortable, bordering on luxurious, with silken hangings on the bed and windows. The carpeting was thickly woven, and the upper parts of the windows done in stained glass that sent soothing colored shadows everywhere.
    “Here.” Rossie handed her the jar, telling her with brusque practicality, “You have to rub it inside your female opening, using your fingers and going as far up as possible. It may seem unladylike, but you’ll thank me when he visits you again this evening. The good tidings are that after this, you’ll be fine, and he can lie with you as much as either of you desires it, and you won’t have the same discomfort. Your innocence is lost, it cannot be regained, and your body will now accept a man and yield to him without causing you pain.”
    That actually was good news, because Leanna wanted Laird McCray to use her often.
    Every time he took his pleasure inside her was another strike against Baron Frankton.
    Accepting the offering, Leanna murmured, “Thank you. I’ll use it right