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such things.” He paused and grew even more serious as he continued. “What about the fact that we sometimes lie together as a wedded couple might, does that disturb you?”
    Morag’s fingers meshed together more tightly. She felt her face grow hot.
    Mr. Grant fidgeted with his necktie. “Honesty, remember, we need to be open about such things if we are to remain…friends.”
    Again Morag was startled by his remark. Friendship was not something a man of his status would normally think of regarding a servant such as herself. “It is odd, sire, but I found myself quite pleasantly roused by the notion that you two are bedded down together.”
    Saying that aloud made her feel agitated. It was the truth, strange though it was. She felt lusty whenever she considered it, and hung her head in shame. Here was Mr. Grant trying to have a serious discussion with her and all she could think about was how it made her want to know more of them. It made her desires heap one upon the other.
    However, she was glad she had spoken her thoughts aloud, for when she dared to glance his way she saw that passion flared in Duggan’s eyes. Staring across at him, it seemed as if he was proud of her. Did he like the way she had spoken her mind? Most men did not, but then these two were like no other men she had ever met.
    Duggan crossed the room to her side, drew her to her feet and stroked her upper arm through the rough wool of her sleeve. “You’re a canny lass.”
    The flattery was almost too much to bear, for she was not used to it.
    He took her into his arms. “Would you have a man such as me, in your bed at night?”
    Morag peeled her upper body away from his in order to look him more clearly in the eye. She knew that Mr. Grant looked on, and that was part of her reason for stating her feelings, so that they would both know. “You know the answer to that, Duggan Moore! You do not have to win my favors. Whatever we offer one another, we should do it without false platitude or false promises.”
    Duggan grinned. “The only trouble I foresee with you is bending you to my will. You are a headstrong young woman who knows her own mind.”
    Morag lifted her eyebrows at him. “Your will and mine seem to be aligned on most occasions, and that is quite pleasing in itself.”
    His hard body pressing against hers pleased her tremendously, and she hoped that he was about to tumble with her again, for her cunny was hot with longing for him there.
    â€œWhat would you have me do now?” she asked.
    â€œI would have you make yourself available to me on the bed.”
    She could not withhold her smile, and her core tingled expectantly.
    â€œBut first Mr. Grant has a proposition for you, and I think you should hear what he has to say before we pursue this matter further.”
    Morag put her hands on his shoulders, enjoying him for as long as she might be required here. “It is you that interrupted Mr. Grant’s conversation, not I.”
    She swayed her hips from side to side and suppressed a smile when his hips followed hers. The solid rod of his erection pressed against her skirts, his breeches barely restraining the insistent pressure of it. Despite that, she did wish to know what Mr. Grant had to say, because the day’s revelations had been astonishing and he was not yet done.
    When Duggan saw her glance over at Mr. Grant, he set her aside.
    â€œI will not hinder your affection too long,” Mr. Grant stated, as if amused at the lusty urges between the pair of them. “My proposal is this. Duggan works for another man. I would like to set him up with his own tenancy. I have the funds, and no family of my own. Duggan currently supports a mother and two young sisters, and he wishes to take a wife.”
    A wife ? Morag shifted uneasily, her mood sinking as fast as a heavy stone in water.
    Duggan wrapped his arm around her waist. She turned her face into his