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my love; you’re stuck with me.”
“Ach, then,” he said, with feigned disappointment. “In that case…” He fished a small box out of his pocket to hand it to her.
With blooming cheeks and wide blue eyes she accepted it, making short work of the ribbons, opening it to reveal a simple braided band—a silver ring that had been in his family’s possession since his ancestor, Iain MacKinnon had it fashioned for his wife to present to her on her sixtieth birthday.
“Oh, my… it’s beautiful,” she said, fingering the ring, with its delicate etchings—fine Celtic knots. And then she slid the ring on her finger, and lifted her hand to better inspect it.
“It belonged to my mother,” explained Callum. “And her mother before her. I wanted ye to have it.”
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at him with such love that it squeezed at his heart. “I—”
Something exploded, and there was an inexplicable clatter belowstairs in the general vicinity of the drawing room. Nothing good, Callum thought as he released his wife, and ran down the stairs to find what had transpired.
Elizabeth arrived only seconds behind him.
Lachlan and Rory stood facing the door, with their backs to a smoking hearth. Their faces were blackened with soot, only their wide eyes visible through smoke and ash.
The acrid scent of chemicals wafted from the room.
Elizabeth blinked, staring aghast at the boys—the young man she’d very nearly wed, and thanked God every day she had not. At Sixteen, Lachlan MacKinnon was no more a man than he was on the day they’d met. All four MacKinnon boys were present and staring at their eldest brother. “It was Lachlan’s fault,” claimed twelve-year old Rory.
“We wanted the fire tae be blue,” explained five-year old Ailbert, with such a sober look that Elizabeth wanted to laugh.
And Fergus, at nine, had little to say. He simply pointed at Lachlan, and, Elizabeth couldn’t help it. Although she was grateful that Maggie was in the kitchen with Alice, most likely poking at black buns, she did stifle a laugh.
“All o’ ye, out!” demanded Callum. “Get yourselves clean!”
He needn’t have said it twice. Like rats, the younger boys fled all together, the only answering sound the patter of their feet as they rushed into the hall, and rumbled up the stairs.
Only Lachlan sauntered by slowly, casting a glinting glance at Elizabeth, and giving her a conspiratorial wink before turning to his brother to say, “I’m sorry, Callum. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Nay ye werena’,” agreed Callum. “What do ye think Isobel Percy might say if I told her what ye did here today?”
He shrugged. “I think she would laugh.”
Callum smacked his brother on the back of the head as he passed by. “Aye, well, I can well assure ye her Da wadna, and if ye e’er hope to ask for the girl’s hand, ye’d better be thinking twice before ye lead your brothers astray.”
“Yes, sir,” said Lachlan, with a sheepish grin, and Elizabeth patted him gently on the shoulder as he passed, and said, still smiling, “There’s a clean set of clothes on your bed, Lachlan. Isobel and her parents should be here soon. Go wash yourself quick.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, with a fond smile.
Once Lachlan was gone, Elizabeth embraced her husband, squeezing him tight. And then she lifted her ring finger again, and whispered for his ears alone, “Remind me to thank you properly once our guests have come and gone.”
“Ach, lass,” he said. “That’s a promise that requires a toast.” And with that, he lifted his wife up to sip from the delicate cup of her mouth, drinking deeply of her love.
* THE END *
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Tanya Anne Crosby is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirty novels. She has been featured in magazines, such as People, Romantic Times and Publisher’s Weekly, and her books have been translated into eight languages. Her first novel was published in 1992 by Avon Books, where Tanya was hailed as “one of Avon’s fastest rising stars.” Her fourth book was chosen to launch the company’s Avon Romantic Treasure imprint.
Known for stories charged with emotion and humor and filled with flawed characters Tanya is an award-winning author, journalist, and editor, and her novels have garnered reader praise and glowing critical reviews. She and her writer husband split their time between Charleston, SC, where she was