And to accuse her of jealousy was beyond outrageous. Just because he wanted the woman, and couldn’t have her now any more than from the moment she’d chosen Devlin over him, was no reason to accuse her of lusting after the Spaniard, especially when it wasn’t true. In his stupid anger he’d overtaken her and left her to follow, even though he’d known she was so preoccupied she hadn’t noticed. And her question? She had a right to ask, even if it did offend him. Hadn’t he asked Lord Dundas the same one? And he hadn’t been given an answer either. The woods gave way to sloping grassland. He looked back and wondered why it hadn’t struck him and Juan that they’d only seen males in the village. He halted. Had it occurred to Juan? Had he been aware of the lack of women in the community, or had he thought they’d been taken alive? He judged the Spaniard and Consuela had widened the gap between him and Honor by at least half a mile.
