Have him? Rounding a rock on the shore, Kara huffed out a breath. She had had him. She had had him several times. And look at the good it had done her. She would die before she had him again.
Yes.
Such a tiny word. And she had so struggled to say it to him, her tongue might as well as been stuck to the roof of her mouth. Because it was a tiny word. One that meant … meant she needed to get out of here, before this got any worse.
For God's sake why hadn't she just married Ewen McDunnagh, instead of playing stupid games with the Wolf? Ones he'd know were just that if she hadn't let that tiny word trip past her lips. It was probably the sole reason he'd asked. To believe anything else was stupid, although for that second she'd wanted to.