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"Ian, thanks for co the lass froreat hall and unable to think of roin

Ian s i to take notes"

"She will have a video of the action," Grant said, not altogether pleased that Colleen had recorded them, or that the tomen had knohat the et together again soon"

"Aye, I look forward to it"

"Tell your brothers and your cousins we missed them, and that we enjoyed it immensely"

"I will do that"

Grant rose froht,practice everyone participated in"

Several raised their tankards to hi, "Aye" or "Hear, hear" Many looked like they were fighting laughter as they sreat hall, he heard Enrick’s quick footfall approach

"Is she going to be all right?"

"Just passed out But I need to be sure she won’t become sick later" Grant bypassed the floor that led to the White Roo her in a different roo Grant as hestairs to the next floor and headed for the lady’s cha the laird’s

He had not needed his brother’s assistance in thisof Grant’s actions "Enrick," Grant said in an altogether irritated fashion, "why are you not below stairs visiting with our guests until they leave?"

"You need my aid" Enrick opened the door to the lady’s chaed"

"You knohat happened when Ian placed Julia in the cha" That was not happening between Grant and the lass "This is only for tonight If she becoht away"

"I don’t think she is used to drinking whisky," Enrick said, stating the obvious

"Aye," Grant said as Enrick pulled the covers aside so Grant could lay her on the lady’s bed He slipped off her shoes and laid them on the floor next to the bed He pulled the covers over her, and for a moment, he and his brother watched Colleen as she slept, her dark brown curls covering the white pillow, her face angelic in sleep "I had assumed she would tell me and not attempt to drink it"

"She tried to prove that she could take anything you threw at her Reht she would be that deterht she would sleep in the White Room"

Grant wouldn’t continue to explain his actions to the whole bloody pack "Watch the lass for a hed, wanting to take a shower and clean off the oil still covering his torso

"Maybe we’re going about this all wrong," Enrick said, following Grant into his chambers

Grant was reminded of one of their wolfhounds He hadn’t re such a shadow "How so?"