Karen Witemeyer Quote
I dreamed o’ ye, lass, down in that pit. I dreamed . . . and I promised meself that if the Almighty saw fit to spare me sorry hide, that I’d be asking a favor of ye the moment I saw yer bonny face. Chloe lifted Duncan’s filthy hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. I’d do anything for you, Duncan. Anything. Are ye sure, lass? He paused, staring up at her. I’m sure. Good. ’Cause I want ye to let me give ye a last name. . . . Mine.
Karen Witemeyer
I dreamed o’ ye, lass, down in that pit. I dreamed . . . and I promised meself that if the Almighty saw fit to spare me sorry hide, that I’d be asking a favor of ye the moment I saw yer bonny face. Chloe lifted Duncan’s filthy hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. I’d do anything for you, Duncan. Anything. Are ye sure, lass? He paused, staring up at her. I’m sure. Good. ’Cause I want ye to let me give ye a last name. . . . Mine.