“Iain?” Her voice, clear and strong, called out his name.
As quickly as he’d made the decision to leave, this woman changed it. There was some reason he could not walk away from here, from her. She was somehow connected to his past and his present. He must find that link.
“Lady,” he said, approaching the door. He grabbed up his trews and hooded tunic and tugged them on as he walked.
“Would ye like to see the village?” she asked. “The day is fair and I thought. … Well,” she said. “I thought ye might like to see more than just the keep.”
He pulled the hood down to cover his face and lifted the bar, careful not to face the opening door. Though, if he were honest with himself, he wanted to stare at her and never look away. “I would like that, my lady.” He shifted back. “I will join ye in the hall shortly.”
The lady walked away and he allowed himself to watch her as she did. When she’d turned down the stairway, he closed his door and got dressed. Iain rushed and arrived downstairs before the lady had time to reach the other end of the hall. When she turned at someone’s call, Iain felt as though he was in his dreams again.
It was the first one of the many different times when he saw her in his dreams. Whether ‘twas in this hall or another, it mattered not. Someone called her name and she turned and saw him. Her eyes brightened as she saw him and the green of them deepened in arousal and in love. She nodded with the slightest bowing of her head. Then she winked. A secret. Their secret. And he’d kept it, knowing she was his.
All the days of our lives.
The strangeness of the moment faded and the lady stood waiting for him with a question in her gaze. ‘Twas more than likely the same question he was thinking.
Who was he?
But that begged a further one. If he knew her, did she him?
With that next step toward her, Iain decided to stay and discover the truth, no matter the cost. And he had no doubt there would be a cost.
To him. To her. To them.
