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doubted she would. Makenna was foolish, but not unintelligent.
    “I assume by making me swear this oath it means you’ve decided to stay,” Makenna said, her voice fading into hushed stillness.
    Colin answered with a single nod.
    “It’s a mistake, McTiernay. You and I will never work. Hasn’t the last few minutes proven that? I know you don’t like the Lowlands. How could you? My people treat you horribly. They don’t deserve you or what you could bring them. I don’t understand why you don’t leave. No one would think less of you.”
    Colin was taken aback by her statement. Not one person, including Alexander and Deirdre, had ever acknowledged the poor behavior of the Dunstans. “I would think less of me, Makenna. Honor demands that I stay.”
    “Nay, it is your pride that makes you resist what you know you should do. You hate it here. You have to,” she said softly, pleading for him to agree. Instead, he shook his head.
    “Actually, I love Scotland—all of it. And these Lowlands protect my Highland mountains. I stay because I want to, Makenna,” he gently countered, watching her wring her hands in frustration…or maybe it was panic.
    Stripped as she was of her haughty demeanor, Colin could see that Dunlop had been correct. Makenna was indeed afraid. Until now, Colin had not realized how much the idea of marriage frightened her. Gone was the snippy female who verbally attacked him whenever possible. In her place was a panic-filled woman who kept looking at him with large liquid-green eyes that begged him to change his mind.
    Colin was about to pull her into his arms and whisper it would be all right, that she had nothing to fear, when Makenna tried one last plea for a reprieve. “If you marry me, you will grow to hate this land you now claim to love. I tell you the truth,” she said, stepping backward until she bumped into a tree. “I would be a horrible wife for any man. I have no knowledge about running a home, let alone a keep the size of Lochlen. My knowledge of men is limited to what they can do with an axe and a broadsword, and no matter how hard I would try, I could never be the kind, gentle beauty Deirdre was.” Makenna had barely spoken the last words when she found herself pinned between his two hands and the tree.
    Hearing Makenna say that she would try and fail to be Deirdre caused a reaction in Colin he couldn’t explain. It was incredibly important that she not be like his late wife. “Listen to me now, Makenna. I don’t expect you to be, nor do I want you to try to be, Deirdre. She was my wife, and she is now dead.”
    Makenna gulped. His face was mere inches away from hers. His blue eyes blazed with an intensity that reinforced his every word. Suddenly, her eyes popped open and became large with hope. “Are you saying you want a marriage in name only?”
    Colin could feel the quick rise and fall of her hand-sized breasts. Just one more inch closer and he would feel her slim hips against his. She licked her full lips and Colin knew that he wanted to taste them, pull at them, devour them. No, this would not be a marriage in name only. “I am not a monk, Makenna, nor do I intend to live like one. I am a man who wants sons, and this will be a marriage in every sense of the word,” he vowed before claiming her mouth for his own.
    The second his lips touched hers Makenna felt herself responding. His mouth was warm and soft, silently urging her to comply. Half her mind waited for the feeling of wrongness to take over and end this insanity. But it didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like she was kissing the man who made her curse more in the past twelve months than in all her painful years of training. Colin was teaching her what it was like to be a woman, to kiss like a woman, to feel like a woman. It was incredible, unexpected, and powerful. And Makenna wanted more.
    As if they had a will of their own, her arms stole around his neck as her lips parted in a silent plea for him to deepen