“I have a theory." "What is your theory, lass?" "My theory is that men might enjoy being kissed...down there...as much as women enjoy a man's mouth...down there." "Ah hell.”
“You aren't angry with me?" "What have you done now?”
“Ewan, what are you doing?" "Hush, wife. Don't question me. I have a pressing need to experience my wife's indecency.”
“'Tis a wonderful day, Ewan. Our clan is saved. We can feed our clan, clothe our children, and supply our men with the weapons and armor they so desperately need." "Aye, sweeting, 'tis a wonderful day. Almost as wonderful as the day you first stepped onto McCabe land.”
“’Tis rotten business. I want Alaric and Keeley to be happy.” “There’s nothing to say that Alaric won’t eventually be happy with the match.” “But what of Keeley?” “She’ll remain here with us, sheltered by the McCabe clan.” “You make it sound so simple. Would you think the same if you were forbidden to marry me?” “There is no force on earth or heaven that would keep me from your side.” “Aye, and I love you for it. Maybe I think ‘tis what Alaric should be willing to do for Keeley.”
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