Page 102 of The Highlander's Accidental Wife

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Damien smirked up at her, and his hands tightened on her waist. “Shall I show ye?”

Helena nodded and made to kiss him, before she jerked back. “Wait, I forgot to cap the inkpot. Damien—no, Damien, we have been over this. No, that’s not…” Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her neck. “Not fair.”

“Nay mercy, wife,” Damien whispered as he kissed along her jaw, toward her lips. “And I told ye, I will buy ye as much ink as ye want.”

Helena opened her mouth to argue but then kissed him instead.

Much as it often went with Lady and Laird MacCabe—which they both found much more agreeable.

Not that they stopped rowing. Oh no. Sometimes, they rowed simply to make up.

But as all the folk in the castle knew, no one was happier rowing or making up than their Laird and Lady.

The End?

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