Sighing, he leaned his cheek against her hair and drew her closer. "I know what I'm doing, gradhaichte," he murmured. "I'm just not for sure and certain what you're doing."
He doubted that she was willing her hear that he was in love with her. The long, patient game he was playing grated on his nerves but as it was the only game he had, he was determined to play it out to the end. His stubborn Scottish heart would allow nothing else.