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didn’t, her cousin and her betrothed certainly didn’t. Just look what she was suffering now because of him. She was certain he had no more liking to wed her than she did him. Surely, he didn’t want to be tied to one woman and especially one that loathed him for the rest of his life.
    Wouldn’t he much rather remain unattached and continue his depraved lifestyle? Be able to lift any available female’s skirts and rut with her to his heart’s content without having to worry about a wife. She even doubted he would even stay faithful for more than an hour after they were wed. Men like him didn’t change just because they were married.
    Never would she stand by and let some man humiliate her in such a way. If she was forced to , she would most certainly take a blade to his family jewels and slice them off. It would soon put a stop to his fornicating and prevent him shaming her. She chuckled just thinking about it, aye it was amusing. Suddenly, her entertaining thoughts were cut dead and a horrifying thought occurred to her.
    What in the devil’s name would she do if he decided not to end the contract between them and still wanted to wed her? What if she went home in a few days and he was still there waiting for her? Heaven help her, please, please don’t let it be true. Make him end the betrothal and ride off to wherever he came from just don’t let him be there when I return home.
    If he was still residing at the keep, she knew her life would be doomed and she would be dishonored and disgraced for eternity. Surely, he would be infuriated and insulted that she’d preferred running away and risking her safety rather than marry him. Wouldn’t he have some pride? She snorted in loathing; nay a man with so little scruples most assuredly didn’t possess any. 
    Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, wondering what she was going to do if he was still in residence. There most certainly wouldn’t be anyway she could escape her fate then. “ Oh, Lord please don’t let it be true. Make him go away and stay away,” she whispered the quick pray and squeezed her eyes shut. How she wanted to curse the fates that made her father sign such a hideous contract all those years ago.
    Why couldn’t her papa believe all th ose rumors about her betrothed? Every time she mentioned one to him, he just waved it away and said it was all just malicious nonsense. Her father believed that McCain was a fine braw of a man and an impressive laird. Well respected throughout the Highlands and Scotland. He would make her a fine husband and a good leader for their own clan one day in the future.
    It didn’t matter how many times s he repeated the latest scandalous whispers about her betrothed it never changed anything. She wanted to stamp her foot and pull out her hair when her father chuckled and said she didn’t have any reason to be jealous and that McCain was only sowing a few wild oats before he settled down and married her.
    Wild oats indeed; more like sowing the entire fields of England and Scotland. It was well known the man’s lust was insatiable; no woman was safe around the lustful rogue. All the Highlands knew he would tup any lass he found slightly attractive, and he did. Besides all those rumors about him must have some truth to them and she didn’t understand why her father refused to believe them.
    If luck was on her side s he could only hope that her father would catch Lisa and her betrothed rutting. Because there was no doubt in her mind they would be. Her papa would be horrified and disgusted; he wouldn’t waste any time throwing the pair out. Though it might be only wishful thinking, she hoped it would come true. It would certainly end all her problems and she would be free to marry Robert.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    The next morning w ith Duncan at his side, Tarrel rode out in search of impertinent, foolish lass. They had been riding for over an hour, when he pulled