Keir was almost shocked by the rush of tenderness he felt. “No, dinna be nervous with me.” He took her against him, nestling her to his chest. “I would never harm you. You’re safer in my arms than anywhere outside them.
How could it be late, when you’re the sunrise? There’s no morning sky or lark-song before you appear. No butterfly would dare unfold its wings. The day waits on you, my heart, just as the harvest waits the reaper.
I’ll take responsibility for my own decisions.” “Are you so daft, lass, that you think one night with me would be worth risking everything?” he demanded. Merritt shrugged and lowered her gaze, but not before he saw the impish gleam in her eyes. “I’d like to find out.
I never try to make people feel better by shading the truth one way or the other. I merely relate the facts. How you react to them is your responsibility, not mine.
A woman will always surprise you with what she’s capable of. You can spend a lifetime trying to discover what excites and interests her, but you’ll never know it all. There’s always more. Every woman is a mystery, not to be understood but enjoyed.
Doing nothing is exhausting. I need to rest in case we do nothing again later.
You’ll always be Lachlan MacRae’s son. But you’re mine too.” A pause, and then he added hoarsely, “You can be mine too.” “Aye,” Keir whispered, while an unexpected sense of peace stole over him.
The stew had been made with chunks of beef, potatoes, and turnips simmered in burgundy wine until they melted at the lightest pressure of the tongue. There was a salad of crisp lettuce greens and chopped mint leaves, and wedges of cottage bread, the interior laced with holes to catch every drop of salted butter.
He tried to say her name, but it came out as “Merry.” A word of joy, shaped in longing.
His low, dark voice curled in her ear. “There’s a saying we have about whisky: Slow fire makes sweet malt.
All he knew was that after he left, he’d have to learn how to live with his heart beating somewhere far away.
Darling,” she said reasonably, “you can’t put your foot down, I’ve already put my foot down.
Sometimes people you want to believe in will disappoint you. The more you learn about the world, the fewer illusions you’ll have.
There’s very little in life that doesn’t require a compromise of one kind or another. No matter what you choose, it won’t be perfect.
A true friend will tell you when he thinks you’re making a mistake.
Why does everyone always claim women are illogical when men are a hundred times more so? First they want something, then they don’t, then they make irrational decisions based on secrets they won’t explain and no one is supposed to question them because a man’s word is final.
I love you,” he repeated hoarsely, burrowing against her. “I would have given my life to have one more day with you, and tell you that.
Do you ever enter a room the ordinary way?” he asked curtly, “or is it your usual habit to slink past the threshold and pop up like a jack-in-the-box?
It’s not all about what you want. It’s also about what she wants. No matter what your intentions, most women don’t like it when you make their decisions for them.
You know I can’t let you murder people before dinner,” she murmured. “It throws the entire household off schedule.