She had lived here for nearly three months now and while he had haunted her nights she hadn’t seen her benefactor since the day of her arrival. Now he was back and he had turned her world on its ear. Malcom had barely said ten words to her and yet he had just kissed her more thoroughly than any man in her life, well admittedly she hadn’t been kissed, not really, but she had imagined. She had imagined the way a man would kiss her and nothing came close to the hunger she had felt in Malcom’s arms. His ardent kiss proved one thing to her once and for all. Malcom was certainly not a gentleman and another, she should avoid him at all costs. He could destroy her too easily and leave her without a single thought. She turned in time to see Fiona, the young woman who helped with the cleaning and who was Allen’s sister, run away in tears. Anne’s heart sank as a horrible suspicion surfaced in her mind. Malcom and Fiona were lovers. Of course they were. A man like him probably had women all over Scotland. Good, strong Scotts women who knew how to work and how to live out in this land of wilderness. Women who could stand beside a man like Malcom MacTaggart instead of cower behind him. Anne was not that sort of woman.
