"Well," he said lightly, "where shall we go?" "I thought I was being kidnapped, sir." "Well, you are. But you are being allowed the privilege of being asked if there's anywhere in particular you would like to go?" Fionna's heart caught. , she longed to cry. She remembered the night he'd first suggested he might kidnap her. , he had said, . How long ago that seemed. Yet in truth, it had been only a few weeks. In that uncanny way he had, he always knew her every thought. She knew it for certain when she spied the smile lurking at the corners of his mouth. "North?" he murmured. "To Scotland?" Fionna tried to stifle a smile and didn't succeed. Which in turn, only encouraged him. He slid an arm around her shoulder, drawing her close. With the other he tossed her stylish little hat so that it landed precisely beside his on the other seat. That, of course, enabled him to lower his mouth to her ear, nuzzling the tiny little hollow there. "I could take you all the way to heaven if you like," he murmured suggestively. Fionna couldn't resist. "You already have, remember?" A finger on his cheek, she led his mouth to hers, boldly taking the lead. When he sucked in a breath, she knew she'd startled him."