"Me wife was attacked and punched in the head," Ross explained. "And doubtless she has other bruises and wounds from the attack too. Take her above stairs and be sure there is nothing serious. Then see her changed. I'll--" "There is no time for that now," Annabel protested at once. "We must get these bluebells strewn about. Your sister and her husband--" "I'll tend the flowers," Ross interrupted. He took the sack from her and then urged her toward the stairs. "Let Seonag examine ye and help ye change . . . else I'll do it." When he paused on the last word and suddenly turned to look down at her, his eyes going smoky, Annabel felt her own eyes widen. She recognized that look and instinctively knew that his examining would be a lot more involved and take much longer than Seonag's. She suspected it would include his getting naked too, and for a moment she was tempted, but then Seonag tsked with exasperation and took her arm to pull her away from Ross. "There's time enough fer yer kind o' examining later, after yer guests have left," the maid said to Ross as she urged Annabel up the stairs. Glancing over her shoulder she added, "Now get on with ye and give those flowers to the maids to strew about. Ye don't want yer wife embarrassed by yer home when yer sister enters." Recalled"