He'd set her on her side facing him, and her mouth now hung open, a small string of drool slipping from it. For some reason the sight made warmth rattle through his chest and brought a smile to his lips. She was just so damned adorable to him. The thought made him smile wryly. He'd been all set to order his men to the horses and ride out of here rather than marry the lass who was the Withram's second daughter, and then he'd spotted her and something about her had made him change his mind immediately. But he really couldn't say what that something was. She was bonnie enough, Ross supposed, but he'd seen bonnier. And she hadn't said more than a few words to him all night, so it wasn't that she had a shiny wit and charm, at least not that he yet knew of. Perhaps it had been the fear and anxiety in her eyes. Her expression had been calm and even pleasant, but her eyes had been awash with uncertainty and terror. He'd immediately wanted to reassure, soothe and protect her. Following