Page 39 of Highland Yule
“What of my dress, though?” She fingered the garment and looked at Adlin. “Where did it come from?”
“Bróccín said ‘twas yer favorite color,” Adlin replied. “So I had one of our seamstresses prepare it in case ye arrived as we hoped ye might.”
“But I never told Bróccín my favorite color...” she began and trailed off. Her gaze went to Colmac. “I told ye...earlier that day long ago.”
“Aye, ye said ye wished ye had a red dress for the holiday.” He recalled the longing in her eyes. “So I suggested Bróccín might want to consider having one made for yer Hogmanay marriage.”
“Ye thought of everything, aye?” she whispered.
“Nay, I only though of ye, lass.”
When their gazes lingered on one another, Adlin cleared his throat and stood. “Well, ‘tis best I leave ye two be and get back to my Mildred.” He embraced Rona then clasped Colmac’s hand. “We MacLomains are glad to welcome a strong alliance with the MacLauchlins.” He looked between them and nodded. “Might this union see yer clan grow stronger.”
“Aye.” Colmac pulled her against him the moment Adlin was gone. “And what better way to strengthen a clan than giving it wee bairns?”
