And yet, dear God, what the blazes was she thinking about? She had a position to maintain as the new queen of the McGurkies. And as such she couldn'thave it on everyone's lips in both glens tomorrow, how she chased the Black Wolf of Lochalpin down the glen, dragging the son she'd seduced him to get. Particularly not when he had made it blindingly obvious to everyone present he didn't want her. What if he truly found who she was too hard to take? Her too hard to take? Like everybody ...