Lachlan shrugged. The fewer lies he told the fewer lies to remember.
Rory Mac snorted. “I told Iain something about her made me uneasy.”
Lachlan froze. Did Rory Mac suspect something?
“Is she nae willing in the bed?” Rory Mac continued in his usual bold manner.
Lachlan grasped the excuse Rory Mac had offered. “She’s nae the warmest of lasses.”
Rory Mac motioned in the direction Lillias and Helena had gone. “Ye should break the pledge to Helena then and take what Lillias so clearly wants to give ye.”
He could not break his vow yet, nor did he wish to take what Lillias had to offer. The truth was that since Bridgette had come to Dunvegan as Marion’s guest, he had not had the slightest desire for another woman. It was a problem for which he had no solution. All he had was a constant ache to touch Bridgette, which was going to be his undoing if he did not master it soon.
Rory Mac snickered. “Ye learned to ignore what’s been said to ye from me, ye ken.”
“I ken,” Lachlan said with a chuckle, glad Rory Mac was not pushing for answers that would force Lachlan to lie to his friend. “And I thank ye.”
