Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I let out a bark of laughter at London’s reddening cheeks.
She excused herself and I bent to whisper in her ear as she passed, “Don’t let that stop you from thinking of me.”
Her glance back was wicked. “Nothing on earth, Mr. Shaw. Nothing on earth.”
I watched her walk over to Cammie and I knew my heart was probably in my eyes.
“Well, that was a wee bit more than I needed to know about you, Murray Shaw.” Mrs. Gilchrist patted me on the back as she passed. “But I’m happy for you, nonetheless.”
“What was that about?” Forde appeared at my side, watching the older woman shuffle off.
“You don’t want to know. I’m sure you’ve had your fill of lovey-dovey stuff today.”
The mechanic shrugged. “Och, it’s different with Taran and Quinn. They deserve this.” His attention snagged on something and I followed it, finding my wife and Cammie.
“You two talking to each other yet?”
His lips twisted. He knew I referred to Cammie. “We’re not not talking to each other. Though it sounds like we won’t have the opportunity soon. Did you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“Cameron is taking a sabbatical from her business. Traveling around the world for a few months. Leaving the dreary island winter behind.”
At his glum expression, I asked hesitantly, “Do you want to talk about it?”
He scoffed. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Forde’s gaze swung around the room. “I thought there would be more out-of-towners here to indulge in a wee bit of wedding fun.”
I doubted somehow even if there were that Forde would sleep with one of them. My friend was seriously in denial.
I hoped for his sake he’d pull his head out of his arse. Soon.
“There’s nothing like it, you know.”
“Like what?”
“The love of a good woman.”
Forde opened his mouth and I expected a sarcastic response. But his mouth slammed shut and he just shrugged. “I don’t think fate has that in mind for me. Glad you’ve got that, though, mate.” He strode off before I could reply.
If he’d allowed me, I would have told him he was wrong.
Looking over at my wife, watching her animated expression as she chatted and laughed with Cammie and Tierney who had now joined them, I knew fate played only a small part in what I had with London.
Aye, fate had brought her to Glenvulin, blowing her in on the tides of Leth Sholas.
But we were the ones who had made the choice to get married. We battled past our own issues to be brave enough to let each other in. We’d cracked a light open in each other, and were working toward accepting that light could only be appreciated after living with nothing but dark. Aye, we’d found twilight together after years of constant midnight.
London’s head turned to me. Her laughter softened in a tender smile filled with such love I felt a tug on my chest. It was that invisible thread that stretched between us from the moment we’d met.
But the strength of it now … fate couldn’t take credit for that.
That was all us. We got to claim credit for that. We’d earned the right, she and I.
“A ghràidh,” I mouthed.
London softened in that way she only ever did for me as she mouthed in return, “Tha. Gaol. Ackam. Ort.”
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