She’d enjoyed one of the best Christmas feasts she’d ever attended, in this cottage, with this family who’d been strangers to her yesterday and were now dear friends. And, surprisingly, with Duncan Buchanan. She simply must be mad. Of course, she’d been shocked to discover who he was, that she could not deny. She’d been angry, mortified, and furious. But in the course of the evening, something had happened. She’d seen with her own eyes how different he was from the man she once knew. Pain and disfigurement had humbled him. The man she remembered would never have condescended to speak to these people, much less share their Christmas meal, and it went without saying that he would not have noticed the children in any remarkable way. Or dance! It had given her a sense of just how far the handsome, arrogant laird’s pride had fallen. The change in him was extraordinary. But she was still angry, very angry. He’d known very well she did not recognize him and had allowed her to carry on, saying horrible things about him . . .
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