Page 73 of The Irish Warrior
He tossed it to Sean who caught it.
“Yer friend’s knife! Yea?” Thomasina asked.
Sean opened the blades of the intricately carved knife. “Yea. The very same.”
“Niall found it on the floor at the blacksmith’s.”
“Glad I am that he did.”
She settled down in front of him. The ocean’s current pulled them further out to sea.
“At least I will not have to hear aboutthatfrom Tadhg.” He bent his head in a scolding frown when her eyes came back to him. “Ye—on the other hand. I will never hear the end of marrying ye!” He pulled her in close. “The knife I could gladly have gone on without and withstood his anger. But ye? I could never withstand a life without ye.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “And I would have it no other way.”
“Nor would I.”
The End
