To be considered his friend made her heart nearly leap from her breast. He liked her enough to hold her in such esteem. Of course, she would have to tread carefully. As much as she was in love with the man, she was still a servant. She gave a smile, "I look forward to visiting with you again, Mister Blackwood." She wasn't flirting, though his name almost did come out as a sigh on her lips.

It made her feel better. Every time that damned Angus McLeod came into the picture, Edward Blackwood was there to cushion the blow somehow, unwittingly adding to the many reasons why Ruth was all too smitten. She said, "Good day to you, sir," and headed toward the kitchen.

Life was cruel, she thought as she nestled her now-sleeping son in the basket. And she? A fool.