“Kidnapping is a national past time to these Scots and they do it for the sheer pleasure of making each other miserable.”
― Claire Robyns

“Do you believe in love, Arran?
He hadn’t, not for himself anyway. Until she’d asked that
question, and he’d understood the emotion warming her
gaze, the tender urgency in her voice. The longing, the
wanting, the need that threatened to consume him
whenever he thought of Breghan leaving. For all his
promises to never hurt her, he’d done exactly that if her
question had been filled with half as much of the love he’d
recognised in himself right then.
She shifted in his embrace, bringing her arms around
his neck and looking up at him with a warm smile. His heart
contracted over all the words that could never be spoken.
When I look into your eyes, darling, when I hold you in
my arms, when I pretend reality can be changed and I’m
allowed to have my heart’s desire…then, yes, I believe in
love.”
― Claire Robyns