Papa, do you like my new friend?" Frances Catherine asked when they were halfway across the field. "I surely do." "Can I keep her?" "For the love of...No, you can't keep her. She isn't a puppy. You can be her friend, though," he hastily added before his daughter could argue with him. "Forever, papa?" She 'd asked her father that question, but Judith answered her. "Forever," she shyly whispered. Frances Catherine reached across her father's chest to take hold of Judith's hand. "Forever," she pledged.

Let me know, Iain." "Let you know what?" "If you're going to keep her or not." "And if I'm not?" "Then I am.

-"Nick?" "I'm still here, Laurant." -"Did you tell Tommy we slept together?" "No, but you just did. He's standing right here." She fell asleep. But this time she didn't have any dreams or nightmare.

Oh, there was a wedding all right. Did I mention that my sister didn't show up at the church either, Mr. Clayborne?

Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.

But she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he'd given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.

Judith took a deep breath. "Aye, you captured Iain's wife," she said again. "But he married your daughter.