"He sensed that his bride was only a step away from bolting. Fiona's words came back to him -- I've yet to meet a lass who could resist a strappin' fellow with a babe in his arms. In an effort to erase her stricken expression, he thrust his burden into her arms. "My children and I would like to welcome you to Elsinore, my lady." She eased back the blanket, then stood gazing down at the feathery perfection of the babe's head. Her eyes were as cool as the ash from yesterday's fire. "No, thank you," she finally said, handing it back to him. "I've already eaten."