“When I was three-and-twenty, I didna understand how it was that to look at a woman could turn my bones to water, yet make me feel I could bend steel in my hands. When I was five-and-twenty, I didna understand how I could want both to cherish a woman and ravish her, all at once.” “A woman?” I asked, and got what I wanted—the curl of his mouth and a glance that went through my heart. “One woman,” he said. He took the hand I laid on his knee, and held it tightly, as though afraid I might snatch it back. “Just one,” he repeated, his voice husky. It was quiet in the barn, but the boards creaked and settled in the cold. I moved a little on the bench, scooting toward him. Just a little. Moonlight streamed through the wide-open door, glowing dimly off the piled hay. “And that,” he said, squeezing my fingers tighter, “is what I dinna ken now. I love you, a nighean donn . I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye ’til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my s...