“Eventually, I will give her to Ian. But for now, I am thinking of the places I wish to go.”
“May I make a request?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
“Will ye sail the Mediterranean with me?”
Rose smiled up at him. “Are ye asking me to be yer new quarter master?”
He shook his head. “No, of course not.”
Her smile faltered.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I was going to ask if I could beyournew quarter master, Captain MacVie.”
Laughter burst from her lips. She threw her arms around his neck. Her heart was so full it brought tears to her eyes. “Thank ye,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“For giving me back my smile.”
He lowered his head. Their breath mingled. She stretched on her toes, pressing her lips to his. His scent enveloped her. His warm lips made her knees go weak. She savored his taste and the strength of his body. When their lips parted, he stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “Of everything the sea has given me, I never dreamed it would bring me you, Rose—My siren. My wife. My captain.”
