Page 46 of Highlanders for the Holidays
But as their lingering embrace went on and on, Caimbeul finally rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
“Where are ye goin’?” Ysenda asked him.
“Back to the keep,” he said over his shoulder. “There’s somethin’ I’ve been meanin’ to do for a long while. But don’t fret. By the time ye get finished…celebratin’…ye can catch up with me.”
No?l bid him farewell. Then he grinned and kissed the top of his lovely wife’s head. “It looks like we’ll have our whole lives to celebrate.”
“Not just our lives,” she murmured. “Eternity.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” he asked her softly. “The Viking well. It granted us our Yuletide wish.”
She nodded. Then she gazed up at him. Her smile was as sweet as mulled wine. Her eyes glowed with the warmth of Christmas candles. “For ever and aye.”
