Page 33 of Highland Yule
She looked from the ring to him, her voice wobbly with emotion. “What will ye have me do with it then?”
Now was the moment.
This was what his brother spoke of.
The Hogmanay that belonged to Colmac.
Not Bróccín but him.
God knew he would always love his brother, but his letters had both freed Colmac of guilt and given him permission. He’d been given the means to move on and finally be with his true love.
“I will have ye marry me, Rona,” he said in answer to her question. While tempted to slide the ring on her finger like he had planned to years ago, he wanted her to think carefully first. To be absolutely sure considering the rocky path that had led them to this moment. So he wrapped his hand around hers and gazed into her eyes with all the love he felt. “If ye can forgive me and love me as I love ye, I would be verra honored to call ye my wife.”
He stood, his gaze never leaving her. “I will give ye time to think.” It would be pure torture waiting, but she needed to come to her own conclusions. “Join me below stairs before the handfasting and marriage ceremony.” He brushed his lips across hers and headed for the door, pausing at the threshold with final words. “If ye are wearing the ring, then I know my heart is yers.”
