Meg allowed Flanna to pull and prod her into the dress while she
spoke. “Maris was a cold girl, and she would have become an even
colder woman. Beck accepted the betrothal because Beck always
obeyed his father. He convinced Cian to accept it as well, but I know
Cian was worried about actually bonding with her. He would never
have formed a full bond with her, I promise you that.”
Flanna got on the bed to button Meg’s dress up the back. “He was
pretty out of it. I don’t know that he intended to go so far with me.
Beck didn’t.”
Meg watched in the mirror as Flanna put the finishing touches on
the dress. She looked a little like a faery princess. She was a long way
from Fort Worth.
“Don’t let that worry you,” Flanna said, getting off the bed. “Beck
has his reasons. He’s done things he’s not proud of. Give him time.
Let him come to trust you.”
Shaking her head, Meg stood and smoothed the skirts one last
time. Flanna gave her soft slippers for her feet. She had no intention
of bonding with either brother any more than she already had. It
wasn’t fair, but she didn’t intend to give Cian a chance to hurt her.
She would get through the evening and then sit Cian down in the
morning for a thorough discussion of how this “marriage” was going
to work.
In the meantime, she would get used to her new home. From the
sounds of the party going on in the front yard, it seemed as though she
was about to meet the entire village. It was time to put her game face
on and start that learning curve.
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She allowed Flanna to escort her to the door. They walked into the
living room. The music was louder out here. The door was open. Meg