Highland Scoundrel (Highland Brides)
“The solar was lit with a trio of candles set high on a three-pronged iron stand which cast sleepy shadows over the upholstered couch where two of the three women sat.
"The games begin tomorrow," Rachel commented, "and I did not wish to miss seeing the men make fools of themselves over ye. By the by, who was that likely looking fellow near the door of the great hall when I arrived?'' "He is called Dugald the Dragon," Sara said, turning her gaze to where Shona sat on the floor.
"The dragon, aye?" Rachel laughed. "And is he so clever and alluring as the name suggests?" "Aye," Shona agreed sarcastically. Even her cousin's much missed presence could not keep her from feeling grumpy when that dark-haired cur was mentioned. "He is as alluring as a boil on my a..." Shona glanced at the three children who had long ago fallen asleep on the floor, Kelvin with his red hair tousled, Maggie beside her hound, and wee Thomas, no more than three years of age. "As a boil on my ankle," she finished poorly.
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