“I don’t,” he promised. “It’s finally over, Sarah. That’s a gift.”
Hearing the sincerity in his voice, I nodded and let it go.
A few minutes later, Theo pulled into the cottage’s driveway and then we bustled inside out of the cold, only to walk into more cold because the heating had been switched off. Even so, as we flipped on the lights, illuminating the desk Theo had pushed next to mine this time last year, all dark memories were obliterated. Old beautiful ones flooded in. Those days when I didn’t know what these intense feelings between us meant, but they were exciting and new and I wanted to experience every second of them, no matter what.
Theo slid his arm around me, his gaze on the desks that sat at the window overlooking a view obscured by winter darkness.
“This is my favorite place in the world,” he whispered, turning to me, all the love I could ever hope for burning in his eyes.
Now that we were here again, I couldn’t imagine only visiting once a year.
“Mine too,” I whispered back. “It’s good to be home.”
He pressed a tender kiss to my temple and agreed, “Isn’t it, though? And I’ve thought of a new name for it.”
“What’s wrong with Haven’s View Cottage?” I thought it was pretty.
“Nothing, really. But I thought perhaps Through the Glen Cottage suited us a little better.”
I sighed happily, loving that only I got to see how utterly romantic Theo could be. I snuggled into his warmth. “Aye. Through the Glen Cottage. It’s perfect, Mr. Cavendish.”
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