Page 114 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
“I love ye, wife,” Evander murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Keira knew he had always meant it, but now, at this moment, with just the two of them, she was even more reassured.
“I love ye too,” she returned, exhaustion creeping into her voice.
Evander’s eyes darted around the room, scanning the walls and furniture. His eyes narrowed as he studied the walls intently. “Ye ken what I think we should get?”
Keira inched closer to him, her eyes fixed on his face as he continued to stare at the walls.
“Tapestries,” he eventually murmured.
Keira narrowed her eyes. “What?”
“Aye. We should get tapestries for the walls. Preferably ones with baby goats on them.”
“For the love of God,” Keira muttered, playfully slapping her hand on his chest.
She stared at him.Her husband.It still shook some part of her with disbelief that the man who had come to take her castle from her the other day would be the love of her life. It felt unreal, almost impossible. But here he was. Standing before her, laughing at her words. She wondered if, some time in the future, there would be a word that could describe the extent of her love for him.
Evander noticed the forlorn look on her face almost immediately.
“Where did ye go?” He asked, his voice etched with subtle curiosity.
“Oh, just thinking about the kind of baby goats we could get,” she responded, her voice casual.
Evander’s laughter accompanied the red hue that crawled up her cheeks.
She could not help but laugh as well, her heart swelling with love for her husband.
Staying with Mr. Kincaid was the best decision she had ever made, after all.
The End?
