#DailyLines #OUTLANDER20thAnniversary #CoolNewEdition #WithKeenRibbonBookmark #WithTimelines #WithBookClubReadersGuide #WithOUTLANDERTheMusicalSamplerCD #YouCanGetItNOW #AutographedNoLess #PoisonedPen “That’s so, is it?” Jamie glowered at his sister. “I’ve heard a bit differently. It’s common knowledge you’ve taken the man to your bed; not the once, but as your lover. That child’s his.” He nodded contemptuously at his namesake, who had turned to peer under his mother’s chin at this big, loud stranger. “I believe ye when ye say the new bastard you’re carrying is not; Randall was in France ‘til this March. So you’re not only a whore, but an unchoosy one too. Who fathered this last devil’s spawn on ye?” The tall young man beside me coughed apologetically, breaking the tension in the room. “I did,” he said mildly. “That one too.” Advancing stiffly on his wooden leg, he took the little boy from his fuming wife and set him in the crook of his arm. “Favors me a bit, some say.” In fact, seen side by side, the faces of man and boy were nearly identical allowing for the round cheeks of the one and the crooked nose of the other. The same high brow and narrow lips. The same feathery brows arched over the same deep liquid-brown eyes. Jamie, staring at the pair of them, looked rather as though he’d been hit in the small of the back with a sandbag. He closed his mouth and swallowed once, clearly having no idea what to do next. “Ian,” he said, a little weakly. “You’re married, then?” “Oh, aye,” his brother-in-law said cheerfully. “Wouldn’t do, otherwise, would it?”
Posted on: Mon, 21 Nov 2011 11:00:07 +0000
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