Page 106 of The Highlander's English Rose

“Always,” he said firmly.

After six years and three children, he loved and desired his wife more than ever.

“I will hold you to that, Hamish McIvor,” she teased.

“I ken ye are a woman who keeps her promises, my lady.”

The sound of Isabella’s laughter mingled with the song of a blackbird as she resumed her journey to the keep. Hamish put his hands on his hips and gazed up at the granite fortress that had dominated his decision-making almost since birth.

In years gone by, he had felt the weight of history pressing down on his shoulders. But now he looked to the future with a heart that was light and filled with love.

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