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“Such manners. I’d not have expected
a Sinclair to know how to treat a lady.”
He eyed her with a raised brow. “And
I’d not have expected a Mackenzie lass to behave like a lady.”
Anna jutted her chin out. “I’m
surprised ye recognise a lady when ye see one. I’d hardly expect a man like ye
to keep company with noble folk.”
Niall chuckled and she stared at him
in confusion, the sound thoroughly unexpected.
“I’ve kept company with many fine
ladies, lass. The vast majority o’ them seem to enjoy my company very much.”
“In yer bed yer mean.”
“Aye, that is where they enjoy my
company most.” He leant in towards her, lowering his voice. “I’d wager ye’ll
enjoy it there too, Anna.”
Her eyes flew wide at his bold
statement before she recovered. “Ha, enjoy being bedded by an arrogant
Sinclair? I’ve heard ye’re all so poor in bed that ye wives can only stand ye
once a month.”
“And I’ve heard all ye Mackenzie
lasses are about as warm in bed as a Scotsman’s ballocks in winter.”
Anna could feel her cheeks flame and
she turned with a huff. Wretched man. How was she going to stand a lifetime of
being married to him? And there was an odd thought at the back of her mind, one
that refused to go away. It told her that he was right. She would enjoy being
bedded by him. Ack, not that she’d admit it. Niall thought Mackenzie lasses
were cold? Well, that she could do. She decided that she would not utter
another word to him this night - and forevermore if she could manage it.
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