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She wouldn’t believe she was pregnant, and by the time she’d accepted the fact, it was too late to rid herself of the brat.
    She told her husband of her condition, expecting the weakling to accept it and keep his mouth shut. But again, she had miscalculated. Crawling from his sickbed, he called her all the things she was, and told her that come morning he would expose her to the world for a whore. Here, however, Owen Stewart had miscalculated. While he slept, his wife smothered him with a pillow. His death was put down to an asthmatic attack, and much attention was lavished on his pregnant widow.
    When the child was born, only Fiona’s maid, Flora More-Leslie, attended her. The lusty boy was smuggled out and given to a peasant couple who had recently lost their own child. Fiona wanted no children cluttering her life. A dead infant was substituted for her own, and buried with much mourning in the Stewart family vault Fiona had not escaped unharmed, either. It had been a hard birth. The doctor and midwife summoned afterwards had agreed that Lady Stewart would never bear another child. But her secret was safe. Only Flora knew the truth, and Flora had cared for her since she was a baby.
    Fiona was gleeful this night for she knew someone else’s secret. She had slipped into the library at Greyhaven to escape the attentions of her cousin, Adam Leslie. Adam had been lusting after her since they were twelve. Hidden behind the drapes drawn across the window seat she had heard the entire conversation between Heather, Patrick, and the Master of Greyhaven.
    She could not have been more delighted. Virgin Cat was afraid of sex! Glenkirk would not put up with that for long, and in the meantime Fiona intended to dangle her ripe charms before him as often as she possibly could without seeming indiscreet She’d also see that Cat continued to harbor fears.
    “When ye smile like that Mistress Fiona, I know it bodes nae good. What mischief are ye about?”
    “No mischief, Flora. I am just thinking what dresses I’ll wear to Glenkirk for Christmas.”
    Flora sighed delightedly. “Christmas at Glenkirk,” she breathed. “Leslies of Sithean. Leslies of Glenkirk. Hays of Greyhaven. More-Leslies of Crannog. We haven’t had a Christmas at Glenkirk wi all the family since yer grandmam died. I’m glad the new earl’s put off mourning. The old Lord Patrick wouldna hae liked it. I imagine that since the earl’s to be wed next year to Mistress Catriona they’ll be celebrations regular at the castle again.”
    “Yes,” purred Fiona. “Christmas should be lots of fun!”
    But Cat unwittingly stole a march on her cousin Fiona. Ten days before everyone else was due, she arrived at Glenkirk by special invitation of her Aunt Meg, the dowager Countess of Glenkirk. Meg Stewart Leslie had been apprised of her niece’s attitude by both her son and Heather, and she willingly supplied her eldest the opportunity to court his bride-to-be. She, too, had once arrived at Glenkirk a frightened bride, and Mam had welcomed her warmly with love and understanding. Mam was long gone, but Meg intended to pay her debt by helping Mam’s favorite great-granddaughter, who was her own lovely niece.
    The weather was perfect—cold and sunny. Patrick won his first victory when he presented Catriona with a snow-white mare. “She’s a descendant of Mam’s Devil-wind,” he said. “Ye’ll find her fast, surefooted, and loyal. What will ye call her?”
    “Bana. It means ‘fair’ in the Gaelic.”
    “I know. I, too, speak the Gaelic.”
    “Oh, Patrick!” She flung her arms around his neck. “Thank you for Bana! Will ye and yer Dubh ride wi us?”
    So they rode the hills about Glenkirk during the day, and in the evenings Catriona sat with her aunt and cousins in the family hall of the castle. The fire blazed merrily while Catriona and the young Leslies played at charades and danced with each other. The dowager countess smiled indulgently, and the earl