'And aren't you doing the same thing?'

'No, I'm not,' Ramsey insisted. 'Bridgid told me she's in love, but she refuses to tell me who the man is.'

Thoroughly exasperated, Morgan shook his head. 'Did she tell you he was a stupid man?'

'As a matter of fact she did,' he replied.

The baron's head dropped down, and he peered at Ramsey through his bushy eyebrows for a long, silent minute. Then he sighed. 'Were you born yesterday, son? Who in God's name do you think she loves? Think hard and I'm sure it will come to you.'

It wasn't what he said as much as how he said it that sparked the epiphany. The light dawned, and with it came a slow, easy smile.

Morgan nodded with relief. 'So you finally figured it out, did you? And high time, if you ask me,' he muttered. 'If I have to suffer through another long-winded description of your charms, I swear I won't be able to keep my food in my belly. Are you going to forget this nonsense about marrying a lass named Meggan to keep peace with your clans?'

'She told you about Meggan?' Ramsey couldn't stop smiling.

'Son, I don't believe there's anything she hasn't told me about you. Have you stopped being stupid then and come to your senses?'

Ramsey didn't take insult. 'It seems I have,' he agreed.

'She's a handful,' he warned.

'Yes, sir, she is.'

The baron straightened up. 'Now then, I want both of you to listen carefully, because I'm going to give you my conditions.'

'Your conditions, sir?' Brodick asked. He nudged Ramsey to get him to stop grinning like an idiot and pay attention. 'I could use some help here,' he muttered.

'My conditions,' Morgan repeated. 'Do you think I want to be saddled with two lovesick women?'

'Then let us take them,' Brodick reasoned.

The suggestion earned him another glare. 'I can see from the look in your eyes that you love Gillian. You might want to tell her so, son, and soon, because she's gotten it into her head that you don't care about her at all.'

'She's my wife. Of course I care about her.'

The baron snorted. 'She's spirited.'

'Yes, she is.'

'And stubborn. I don't know where she comes by that flaw, but she is.'

'Yes, sir.'

'You won't be able to crush her spirit.'

'I don't want to, sir.'

'Good, because if there's any crushing to be done, she'll be doing it. I don't have to tell you to treat her well because knowing my Gillian, she'll make sure that you do. She's a strong woman, but she's got tender feelings.'

'Sir, you mentioned conditions?' Ramsey reminded him.

'Yes, I did,' he replied. 'I love my niece,' he declared. 'And I've taken a fancy to Bridgid as well. I won't have her thinking I'm tossing her out. I am,' he hastily added, 'but I won't have her thinking it. The way I see it…'

'Yes?' Ramsey asked when the baron hesitated.

'You've got to… encourage… them to leave. I won't have you threatening them,' he added. 'You broke their hearts; now you mend them.'

After giving them the impossible command, Morgan left the hall to personally fetch the ladies. Ramsey and Brodick paced while they waited.

'The baron reminds me of someone, but I can't quite put my finger on who it is,' Ramsey remarked.

'I swear my own father never talked to me the way Gillian's uncle just did.'

'Your father died before you were old enough to know him.'

'It was humiliating, damn it. He sure as certain wasn't what I expected. The way Gillian talked about him, I pictured a mild-mannered gentleman. She thinks he's… gentle. Is the woman blind? How in God's name can she love such a crotchety old…'

Ramsey's head snapped up, and he suddenly burst into laughter, breaking Brodick's train of thought. 'It's you.'

'What?'

'Morgan… he reminds me of you. My God, Gillian married a man just like her uncle. Look at the baron and you'll see yourself in twenty years.'

'Are you suggesting I'm going to become a belligerent, foul-tempered old man?'

'Hell, you're already belligerent and foul-tempered. No wonder she fell in love with you,' he drawled.

'I'm not in the mood to fight.'

Ramsey slumped onto a chair laughing, then abruptly grew serious again.

'I cannot believe Bridgid thinks she's going to stay here.'

'I expected my wife to welcome me with open arms, and she hasn't even come downstairs. If I have to drag her home, I will,' Brodick said.

'You wished to see me, Laird?'

At the sound of Bridgid's voice, both Ramsey and Brodick turned. 'Where's my wife?' Brodick demanded.

'Upstairs,' she answered. 'She should be down shortly.'

'Could you give us some privacy?' Ramsey asked. 'I was speaking to Brodick, not you, Bridgid. Come back here.'

With a sigh she turned around and walked to Ramsey as Brodick left the room. He leaned against the table, folded his arms across his chest, and smiled at her. She didn't smile back. She bowed her head so she wouldn't be distracted by his adorable dimples.

She was acting shy and timid, and he wondered what game she was playing now because he knew Bridgid didn't have a timid bone in her beautiful body.

'Baron Morgan said you wanted to speak to me.'

'Yes,' he answered. 'I have something important to say to you, but first, I want you to tell me how you managed it.'

'Managed what, Laird?'

'Bridgid, look at me.'

'Yes, Laird,' she said, bracing herself. She looked up, and still her heart raced, and she got that familiar tingling feeling in her stomach. If he ever kissed her, she'd probably faint, she thought, and that ludicrous image made her calm down just a little.

'Have I said something amusing?'

'Yes… I mean, no, of course you haven't.'

'Then why are you smiling?'

She lifted her shoulders. 'Would you like me to stop?'

'For God's sakes, Bridgid,' he said. 'Pay attention.'

'I am paying attention.'

'I want to know how you managed to get all the way to England without being stopped or killed.'

She thought about the question a long minute before answering. 'I used trickery and deceit.'

'I want a better explanation.'

'All right,' she agreed. 'I tricked Proster into believing Gillian needed to see Annie Drummond, and when we were on our way, I told him the truth. I hope you don't blame him or Ker or Alan. Gillian and I refused to go back.'

'And because they're so young, they didn't know they should have dragged you back home no matter how much you argued with them.'

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