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I blinked at him and shook my head.
“Are you. . .do you truly mean the words you spoke?” I asked him.
Tristan stepped up to me and grasped my hands in his. “As I said, I never jest in affairs of the heart.”
My laird leaned down and pecked a delicate kiss on my lips. A wave of sensual heat rushed through me, and I leaned forward to deepen the kiss. He pulled away and his vexing smile looked down at me.
“I wish I had the time for more than a mere kiss, my love, but I must attend to matters of my coronation and the lairds under my command,” he told me. He stepped back and my hands slipped from his.
“Will I. . .will I see you later?” I asked him.
He pressed his arm across his chest and bowed his head to me. “The nights are always ours, my love. That I promise you. Until then, fa
