“Remember that and you’ll do fine in Scotland.” He tore off a piece of the still-warm, crusty bread and handed it to her. “Such thinking will serve you even better in my own Highlands.”
She took the bread, began spreading it with the thick, creamy butter. “I still cannot believe I will even see the Highlands. Father never wanted Mother to return. I sometimes thought he feared that if she went back, even for a visit, she’d remember how glorious Scotland is and then wouldn’t want to leave.
“After she died…” She paused, her gaze on the peat fire. “Well, Father never spoke of my mother’s homeland again. And I didn’t dare because I had no wish to distress him.”
“And now you are here, about to wed a Highlander.”
Melissa turned back to him, knowing that, indeed. “Yes, and it makes me very happy.”
Because I am falling in love with you.
No, that wasn’t true.
She already did love him.
