Mac sands understood people as highlands well as he sands did horses.
He has no need for beauty or grace, but one taste of his lovely bride's sweet lips and the sultry sands feel of her skin arouse an untamed passion.
"But 'tis nice to get out, too." lynsay "How did ye lynsay slip yer guards?" Mac asked, taking a brush to the horse.
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He wants a passionate woman to warm his bed.
Is it because of the deaths and rumors?" "Aye.