Honor is a Gift a Man gives to Himself…

"S he's a fair lassie…" Hamish was trying to tread lightly with his words.

But Peadair knew his clansman had witnessed him kissing Rhona.

"I should have thought of the lass's reputation." Peadair decided to name his own crime.

"Aye, that's what I was getting at." Hamish was quick to agree. "She lives in a small village. No man wants a wife who is known to be giving away her kisses to others." Hamish squirmed. "And seeing as how she's promised to the Church…ye cannae be wedding her yerself."

Hamish shook his head. He reached out and patted Peadair on the shoulder. Clearly, his friend thought the matter finished.

He just wished he could resign himself to never seeing Rhona again.

But he could not.