His head was thrown back in unrestrained laughter, and he and Ian were surrounded by five of the largest men she’d ever seen. Her gaze shifted to a stunning woman relaxing against the fireplace. She wore a white shirt, short jacket, and black breeches tucked into knee-high boots. She must be Ewan’s sister, Adaira. Yvette flashed a welcoming smile, which was immediately reciprocated with an impish grin. Moving toward her, the slight woman pulled the cap off her head. Waves of thick toffee-brown hair fell to her waist, though it was tied at the nape of her neck with a ribbon. “Evvy,” Ian looked past her to the doorway. “Vangie isn’t with you?” “No.” Yvette stepped farther into the room. “The babies were fussy and took longer to feed than she anticipated. She said she would be down shortly and sends her apologies once more.” Ewan extended his hand toward her. “Come. Meet my family.”
