She was half-asleep and half-awake. In that dreamlike state she was having doubts then she realized she was his prisoner until she set foot on MacPherson land or worse the city of Edinburgh. When she finally woke, it was to a hazy darkness that came just before daylight. Mumbling under her breath about men and dawn, she groped for her shirt, slipped it on over her head then found the rest of her clothing. "Darn boots don't seem to fit," she muttered. Yet she pulled them on then moved quietly out of the house trying not to awaken Josie and the babe. Lainie grabbed her one small bag, and headed for the stables. She expected to find Slade already there, getting the horses ready. She had heard Stephan earlier and expected Slade to be with him. A few minutes later, she had caught the faint rumble of men's voices coming from the stable. Despite the fact that Lainie had had a restless night and hated rising before the sun, she had not wanted to sleep in the guest room a moment longer.
