The door behind her opened and she knew by her shiver who it was. Max came to stand behind her, close enough that if she leaned back only a little, she would touch him. So much had happened over the last few hours. Too much to comprehend. Spencer had indeed returned, bringing his soldiers and taking back Rowallen. Max’s arms slipped about her, his chin resting against her temple. Warm, and strong, he offered not a word but stood silently, waiting. Breaking the silence, she said, “Rowallen is finally free from Loudan’s grasp.” “Da. It is about time.” “And now it is Will’s, or it will be once the marriage license is authenticated. It is sad the old laird felt he had to hide his marriage to his housekeeper. I think his people would have been forgiving.” “Aye, but the neighboring nobility might not have been.” “Probably not.”
