“Moira?”

She opened her eyes, offering a sleepy, almost seductive smile. “Yes?” Her voice was low and rich and slid over him like a pair of warm hands.

Bloody hell, what’s in that potion? He cleared his throat. “Feel better?”

“Ohhhh, yessss.” She closed her eyes again, her lips still curved in a smile. “Muuuuch better.”

Good God, whatever was in that vial was potent.

She laughed, the sound sultry. “I can’t believe the coach didn’t take the corner. It didn’t look that sharp. I shouldn’t have pressed the driver.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

She peeped at him through her lashes. “If it had been anyone else but you, I’d have never made the attempt. You are my one weakness.”

Oh ho. Apparently the potion also reduces inhibitions. That’s interesting. “I don’t wish to be anyone’s weakness.”

“Well, you are. You, Robert Hurst, are my one, big, grand weakness.” She blinked slowly, her thick lashes casting shadows over her eyes and making them appear deep forest green. “I wonder how many other women think that about you? Probably hundreds.”

“I doubt that,” he said absently, noting that blood was beginning to soak through the bandage on her head. Damn it, where’s Stewart?

“I don’t doubt it,” she returned, her lips turned into a sulky pout. “How many women have you seduced since I left? A dozen? Two dozen? Or are your conquests too numerous to count?”

He started to reply, but she continued, “I used to think about you with all of those conquests whenever I missed you.”

“You missed me?”

“Dreadfully. I don’t know why, because you weren’t in love with me. You never pretended you were. But I—” She blinked, as if realizing that she’d said too much.

“Moira, does your head hurt anymore?”

She paused, then smiled. “No! Not at all.”

That was good news. He would have to thank Marcail for the tonic, and ask her about the interesting side effects.

“In fact,” Moira added, “I feel wooooonderful.”

“That’s good because we will need to move you soon. It might hurt.”

“That’s all right. It can’t be worse than having a ba—” She stopped, her eyes slowly locking with his.

Silence stretched between them. Finally, he said, “Baby.” He was unable to believe the words he’d just said. “Our baby.”

“No. My baby,” she replied stubbornly.

Robert didn’t know what to say. His worst fears had been realized. This was why he’d searched so long for her, why he’d never given up.

I have a child. Good God, what do I do now? “Where is this child?”

Moira’s lips quivered, and tears filled her eyes.

The truth hit him like a blow to the stomach. “Aniston. He’s taken—”

Moira held out a hand, as if to stop his words.

“Damn that man! That’s what he is holding over you, isn’t it?”

“Yes. He stole her from my home while I was gone seeing to the sale of some land.”

“You were living in Scotland all of this time?”