Her honor will come to no harm at my hands,โ Jack said. โโTis not her honor but her tender heart that I worry about,โ Alexander said. โSheโs a delicate lass,โ Hugh added. โAye,โ said Gregor. โA Scottish rose.โ โYour tender, delicate rose had me ambushed, knocked unconscious, and forced to wed,โ Jack ground out. โFacts you all know, if youโve spoken to Hamish.โ Dougal grinned, his teeth flashing whitely. โShe has the devilโs own temper, our Fiona does.
Karen HawkinsGregor lifted the knife and slammed it down. The tops of the carrot rolled across the table, some hitting the floor. "What are you doing?" "I'm chopping carrots." "Gregor, they are carrots! not tree branches." "I fail to see the difference.
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