A thrill shot through her at his words. Of course, she knew he hadn't meant them in the way she took them. She couldn't help it, she was feeling all sorts of ways. He had her discombobulated in a way she hadn't felt since Harold was alive. Except it was stronger than with Harold because she had waited and gotten to know Lorn enough first to trust him that way. Karen had begun to dream of Lorn in ways that she wouldn't dare repeat, leaving her wanting in the middle of the night. He was a handsome devil, and she, as we all know, had a thing for handsome devils... And they tended to get her into trouble.

She forced herself to the present, her eyes on him. "I am glad ta see ye, Lorn," she whispered, and squeezed his hand, realizing he had asked her a question about walking in the garden, she nodded. "Aye, I'd like that."