Page 30 of Enchanted

She frowned. “Good heavens. They are but infants.”

“They will grow, and in the meantime, you could function as their nanny. Gwendolyn does not get much sleep. She could use your help.”

“You would want me to stay here?”

He nodded. “Much has happened to us both in our pasts, and I feel a surprising kinship with you.”

Since the moment he first took her into his arms to heal her, she had felt the same, but was that reason enough to stay? “And if I win?”

“I will ask Alastair to help find you a position with one of our neighbouring clans, and for myself I would take a kiss.”

“One kiss?”

“Aye, but not just any kiss. It must be a meaningful kiss.”

She crossed her arms, thinking. With what he offered, she would take a prize if she won or lost this challenge between them. All she had to sacrifice was one kiss. She swallowed roughly. One kiss had led her here to Scotland. Would kissing Keiran lead to a similar disaster? Yet even as the thought took hold it was not fear that sent her heart racing. “I cannot deny your proposal has appeal,” Rosalyn said. “We would both be taking a great leap of faith, for we scarcely know each other.”

“Or do we know each other better than either of us is willing to admit?” He stared hard into her eyes. “Do you accept?”

She uncrossed her arms. “I accept.”

He smiled and gestured to the door. “Then let us go back to the keep so that I may start you on your journey to becoming a Scot and find my own Scottish roots along the way.”

“I can be a formidable opponent,” she said.

His smile grew. “I would expect nothing less from you.”