Micheil growled an oath and shoved through the crowd into the circle. “They’re too young to take up fighting,” he argued. “No one would accost them.”

“Were those lads on the whisky wagon too young to be waving their dirks at brigands armed with claymores, then?”

That stopped Micheil in his tracks. He drew his weapon.

Donal grinned. “That’s better. Let’s dance, shall we?

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Then she smiled.

But there was something different about this one. Like she’d decided something, and it had to do with him.

This smile hit Donal like a fist to the gut. He got the distinct impression that he might be in a different sort of trouble than he’d ever been in before. But this trouble, he might come to enjoy.

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