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208 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 27, 2015
It was still warm, but with the night air came a mixture of scents she had missed when she first arrived. Sharp pine and mellow heather. The coastal tang of the breeze coming from the west. And beneath it all, growing stronger now as Pen picked her way along the dark path, the dusky scent of water and bogs and lurking animal life.
The lawn swept down to the edge of a cliff, shimmering against a kaleidoscope sky. The clouds seemed set on fire and all too happy to burn. She could see white-capped surf in the distance and, as the coast curved out of sight, magnificent stone cliffs plunging to the sea.
She was a reporter. It was her lot in life to ask probing questions. But it was equally clear that his lot in life was to protect his family and his town, and that was something she could not help but respect.
He tasted of Scotland: dark and smoky, heat and salt. The scrape of his whiskered jaw and the solid strength of his body made her hum with an unspoken awareness.
As though summoned by his brother's fateful words, a ghost of a breeze stirred the wool that clung to William's sweat-moistened skin. He clapped a hand down over his sporran, ensuring the most important parts remained hidden.
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He wanted to say something witty. Something better than a stammered greeting. But despite the fact he counted a Cambridge education among his list of accomplishments, his tongue was apparently still as tied tonight as it had been this afternoon.
He paused in front of her table and grunted like peasant.
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There were times when William could not help but battle a bit of envy at his brother's good fortune. Seeing this child he loved sitting on Pen's lap made that envy shift into something more defined.
Want. He wanted what his brother had. A wife, a child. Happiness.
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And with a startled bit of insight, William realised as he looked at Penelope Tolbertson holding this small, blond-haired baby on her lap, he might find those things with this woman. It wasn't even an outrageous thought.
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