Page 73 of The Laird’s Sinful Claim

"Where's Moyra?" David asked Euan.

Euan's expression softened at the mention of his wife. "She's home with the bairns. Our youngest is only three months old, and Moyra didnae want tae make the journey yet."

"How many do ye have?" Elinor asked.

"Two. A boy and a girl." Pride radiated from Euan's face. "Both healthy and loud and completely exhaustin'."

"Congratulations."

"Aye, well. Ye'll understand soon enough." Euan's gaze shifted to Elinor, then back to David with meaning. "I imagine it willnae be long before we're celebratin' similar news from Keppoch."

David felt Elinor stiffen beside him. "Let's nae get ahead of ourselves."

"I'm just sayin', the way ye were dancin’ on the dance floor⁠—"

"Enough." David's voice carried an edge. "Ye're embarrassin' me wife."

"Am I?" Euan looked at Elinor with interest. "Ye'll have tae fergive us, me lady. We're nae used tae David bein' married. It's rather entertainin' tae see him so... domesticated."

"I'm nae domesticated."

"Ye absolutely are," Calum said cheerfully. "Ye've got that look."

"What look?"

"The look of a man who's completely besotted with his wife." Calum grinned.

David opened his mouth to argue, caught sight of Elinor's expression—part amusement, part curiosity—and decided silence was the better option.

"Come," Archibald said, taking pity on him. "Let's find a dram and toast properly tae this marriage.

David let himself be drawn toward the high table.

His brothers were here. His wife was happy. And for that one night, at least, everything felt exactly right.