His expression softened. Sliding slowly down on the bed, he brought his face closer to hers. “How can you even ask?”
“I think you miss the challenge of matching wits with Argyll.”
“Not really. You’re challenge enough for any man.”
“Don’t you ever miss the fighting?”
“No, not when I have you.” Raith pressed a tender kiss on her bright hair, reassuring her of his peaceful intentions. “You needn’t worry that I’ll resume the feud, Katrine.”
“I’m not really worried. I intend to keep you too busy loving me to fight with the Campbells.”
“I expect I can endure such a fate with fortitude.”
Katrine smiled at the laughter in his voice. With a contented sigh, she nestled her head in the curve of Raith’s shoulder, careful not to disturb their suckling son.
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