Page 88 of Highland Crown
“I love you, Isabella.” Taking her hand, he dropped down on one knee.
“Cinaed—”
“My life has changed. My future no longer lies across the sea. I belong here in Scotland, it appears. Here in the Highlands and, for a while at least, here at Dalmigavie. But I shall refuse all of it. I want none of that if I can’t have you.”
She went down on her knees. His handsome face shone with an inner light.
“Will you be my wife, Isabella, forever? Will you stay with me? Will you love me as I love you?”
“I do love you, Cinaed Mackintosh, more than any person has ever loved another since the beginning of time. And I’ll stay by you and walk beside you wherever you go. I’m yours, now and forever, if you’ll have me.”
His kiss was her answer.
The clouds of uncertainty were gone, and the sun had once again risen high in the sky. A road lay before them. They both knew it was a road fraught with twists and turns, with unseen dangers, but they’d be facing those perils hand in hand, together.
