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  Her eyes brimmed with tears, and her voice quivered. “You can ask me that after all that we have shared? Have I not given you my body, my soul, asking nothing in return? Not even the promise of your name.”

  Her words burned a hole in his chest. “I know what you have given me, Isabel. I treasure it, but I warned you how it must be. It is my duty as chief to ask,” he said gravely. “Just as it would be my duty to punish anyone who betrays me.”

  “Don’t you know that I could never…” She stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t you know?”

  He didn’t. “Know what?”

  His question seemed to unleash something inside her. As if all the tension and pent-up emotion that had been simmering beneath the surface between them finally boiled over. “Don’t you know how badly I wish that you would change your mind, how I wish that things were different, how I would love nothing more than to stay here with you forever? How I can’t bear the thought that you intend to marry someone else—” Her voice strangled in her throat. “To share your bed with another woman.”

  His chest constricted; her pain was his own. “Isabel—”

  He moved toward her, but she stepped away. “No, let me finish. You started this, now you will hear what I’ve wanted to say for some time but was too scared to for fear you would not want to hear it.” Her shoulders were shaking, but he dared not offer her comfort. “I’ll not hide my feelings any longer, even if it is easier to pretend they do not exist.” She took a deep breath. “I love you, Rory MacLeod, with all my heart, and I’ll not be sorry about it.”

  He stilled, the impact of her words reverberating through him. She loved him. And though he knew he shouldn’t be, deep inside he was happy for it. More than happy. Her words touched a part of him he hadn’t realized existed. Selfishly, he wanted her love. He wanted to hold on to her and claim her for his own.

  But her declaration had only further complicated an already difficult situation. Perhaps he’d known this would happen. Had wanted to protect against it. He never should have made love with her. Yet he could not regret it, though he did regret hurting her. She was right, he didn’t want to have this conversation.

  He wiped a tear from the corner of her eye with his thumb. “Oh, lass.”

  “Have you nothing else to say?” she asked plaintively.

  Something hot lodged in his chest. But what could he say? Words that would only make parting more difficult? “I am honored, though it would be better if you didn’t.”

  Isabel flinched. He wanted to reach out to her, but he knew if he did, he might say something he would regret. He knew how dangerously close he was to giving her what she wanted. When she looked at him, heartbroken, raw emotion swimming in her violet eyes, he could almost forget his obligations. Almost.

  She held his gaze for a long time, waiting for what he could not give her. Finally, she smiled wistfully. “Easier, mayhap, but not better. I’ll never regret loving you.” She took a deep breath, looked him right in the eye, and did not hesitate. “In case you still are uncertain, you can trust me. I would never do anything to betray you.”

  He believed her. How could he not? “Then we will say nothing more about it.”

  She nodded. Rory pulled her into his arms and placed a soft kiss on her mouth, more relieved than he wanted to admit when she responded immediately. He told her with his mouth the words he could not say. Her arms slid around his neck as she pressed her body closer to his. The kiss deepened as he asked silently for forgiveness for his question. Forgiveness that she bestowed with the sweet caress of her mouth and tongue.

  His breath was ragged when he finally pulled away. “We will not let Sleat cast his dark shadow across our day. Aye?”

  “Aye,” she agreed.

  He smiled. “Then let us return to our guests. The MacLeods have some contests to win.”

  Though he’d spoken lightly, the yoke of duty weighed on him heavily. Never had he regretted more the burden of being chief. A marriage alliance was the only way to ensure the return of Trotternish to the MacLeods. A marriage alliance… The kernel of an idea took hold. His mind raced with possibilities. But it would require some thought.

  He tucked her under his arm, placed a tender kiss on her head, and led her back toward the gathering, her words of love etched forever on his heart.

  Chapter 19

  “A kiss for luck.”

  Strong, tanned hands encircled Isabel’s waist, lifting her effortlessly from her saddle before yanking her close to the warm, granite-hard body she recognized so well. Isabel tilted back her head and smiled with amusement at the twinkling eyes of the handsome man cradling her in his protective embrace. “I do not think you need any luck, Rory MacLeod. You have won nearly every event, with only the caber toss remaining. It seems obvious that the MacLeods will win the gathering for yet the third year in a row.”

  A satisfied grin spread across his bronzed face. “It certainly seems that way. Does it not please you?” He feigned a frown and arranged his impudent features into the mock hurt look of a besotted squire who’d displeased his lady.

  “Don’t play coy with me, Rory MacLeod. You know very well that it pleases me. Although I think you are enjoying the admiring glances of some of the more bold lasses far too much. Perhaps it is time for you to learn a wee bit of humility? Mayhap I should kiss a Campbell for luck instead.”

  “You will do no such thing if you want the man to live to see another sunrise,” he growled in her ear. “Now who is playing coy?” His laughter tickled her neck as his lips nuzzled the sensitive skin. “Kiss me, then, if not for luck then as a favor, like the gallant knights of old who would ride in a tournament with the colors of their lady tied to their armor.”

  Who could resist such a sweet entreaty? Isabel stood up on her toes and held his arms for balance, touching her lips to his in a chaste kiss.

  Rory raised a sardonic eyebrow. “That is not exactly what I had in mind, but given our audience and the lack of time, I suppose it will have to do—for now. But when I win, I’ll be seeking spoils worthy of the victor.”

  With one last grin, Rory turned and strode toward the other clansmen gathering for the caber toss. Isabel knew her eyes were probably shining with sensual anticipation, but she didn’t care. Her heart swelled with warmth and pride. Rory MacLeod was a man built to make women gush.

  Thankfully, after their uncomfortable confrontation two days ago, things had returned to normal. Though Rory hadn’t been fully satisfied by her explanation for her uncle’s anger, he had believed her vow of trust. A vow she meant with all of her heart. Even if her plan did not work, she could never betray Rory or his family.

  She hadn’t intended to tell him she loved him, it just happened. She’d been disappointed that he had not spoken in return, but Rory was not a man to wear his heart on his sleeve. She also suspected that he did not want to complicate her leavetaking, should it prove necessary. But in her heart, Isabel knew that he shared her feelings. Indeed, since her declaration, she’d caught him watching her, his gaze noticeably softer.

  She must have been standing there staring for some time before Ian’s voice drew her attention from the magnificent specimen of her handfast husband.

  “Come, Bel, you’ll miss all the excitement.”

  “Oh, I didn’t realize it was about to start.” She allowed him to lead her toward the field. “You’ve acquitted yourself well in the games, Ian. Are you not participating in the last event?”

  “No, Angus is the best of the MacDonalds at the caber toss. But even he does not stand much chance against the MacLeod. Rory Mor’s skill is fit for the bards. It’s too bad that we are not truly…Oh, well.” He paused, considering. “Tell me, Bel, is everything well with you?”

  Isabel knew what he was really asking. She looked around nervously, this time making doubly sure that no one was close enough to overhear their conversation. Finding nothing amiss, she relaxed a bit and, meeting his concerned gaze, said truthfully, “As well as can