Conall Mackintosh had an eye for the ladies and a heart for wanderin'. But when his laird set before him a task -- strike a trade bargain with Clan Dunbar -- the roguish adventurer couldn't say nay, to his brother or to the reward he'd receive for a job well done. On the shores of Loch Drurie Conall came face-to-face with Dunbar's "laird" -- a sassy wench with wild red hair and skirts rucked up to her knees. Mairi Dunbar had cared well for her people after her father's death. She was no simpering fool who couldn't make a treaty with Clan Mackintosh. Conall couldn't decide whether to strangle the beautiful lass or kiss her. Once fair eager to be on his way, Conall now found that one look into Mairi's eyes had heated his blood and stirred his heart in ways that no one else ever had!