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arms again for another kiss. Though it was quick and far too brief, it was intense.
    “You did promise no’ to leave,” he said.
    She quirked a brow, unsure of his meaning. “I did.”
    “Good.” Another kiss. “I really doona want to have to tie you up.”
    “Well, that’s a relief,” she quipped. “Because I really don’t want to be tied up.”
    With a grin he took her arm and led her out of the tent to the fire where the other men were waiting.
    A tall, sandy haired stranger stood among them. A strange shiver shot through her as she studied him. She’d certainly never met him before, but there was a familiarity about him she could not deny. He turned to her and their gazes clashed and the certainty grew.
    “Liam,” Dominic called, and greeted his vassal with a manly hug.
    “My laird.” He nodded to Maggie. “And who is this bonny lass?”
    “Maggie Spencer, of Seattle. A visitor from our clansmen to the west. Maggie, this is my cousin Liam MacBain.”
    And suddenly, it hit her. Why he seemed so familiar. He looked much like the portrait of her grandfather’s grandfather hanging in the library of their home. Same hair, same eyes, same hard sculpted chin. He was Liam MacBain Macintosh.
    Her ancestor.
    The man from whom her entire family had sprung.
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    Liam brought important news indeed.
    After they had finished with the greetings and catching up of minor news from Dar, he asked to speak with Dominic and Declan in private. Dominic did not like leaving Maggie unattended, but he had words with Ewan—exhorting him to see her fed and, more importantly, to keep her safe. Not that he thought she’d run. She had promised she would not.
    Beyond that, he knew all his men would watch over her. After what they’d witnessed in his tent, by now they all knew damn well she was his. But still, he hated being separated from her, even for a moment.
    He led Liam to his tent as Declan brought in another chair and they sat around the table. Dominic poured them each a whiskey.
    “So, what is the important news, Liam?” he asked.
    His cousin took a swig of whisky and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Verra good news, my laird. The MacPherson has agreed to your meeting. In fact, he has called for a convocation of the lairds to discuss concessions.”
    That was good news. Macpherson had been the only clan chief resisting the formation of a Clan Chattan federation.  Dominic had been trying to arrange a meeting to confer with MacPherson over the matter, but he’d been obstreperous.
    “Aye. They’ve all agreed to meet the day after tomorrow at Urquhart Castle.”
    Dominic’s brow wrinkled. An odd place for a convocation, though upon reflection, it was neutral territory. None of the rival clans could claim superiority because it belonged to the Black Comyn, who had no stake in this quarrel. “Who will be there?”
    “Lairds from Cattanach, MacPhail, Shaw, Farquharson, the Ritchies, McCombies and Clan MacThomas.”
    “And MacPherson.”
    “Aye.”
    He frowned. “The day after tomorrow, you say?”
    “Aye.”
    Dominic glanced at Declan. “That doesna leave us much time.”  Urquhart Castle was a full day’s ride.
    “We can leave tomorrow.”
    “The three of us?” Liam asked, although there was no need to ask. Liam and Declan were his lieutenants.
    Dominic nodded. “The men can finish up the hunt and head back home.” He would have liked to have had a more successful hunt, to fill the smoke room with meat, but it was still summer. There would be more hunts before the harsh winter set in. 
    “And the woman?”
    He glared at his brother. He knew what Declan was asking and it irritated him. Hell, his brother’s continued insistence that she was a spy irritated him. “She’s coming with us.”
    Declan snorted, but Liam, at least, knew well enough to stay silent.
    “Let’s get moving,” he said into the silence. “There’s much to do if we’re to make it to this