Guthrie turned to see who his attacker was. And smiled when he caught her eye.He had the most devilishly wolfish look about him — a mixture of impending payback with a snowball and something a wee bit more intimate, like a tackle in the snow. But he wouldn’t. Not in front of his clansmen. Not when they weren’t courting. At least, she hoped not.

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