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Cal found me, just like he promised. It wasn’t my father, or my brothers. It was my husband. This man I didn’t even want. And now I can’t imagine being without him.
It’s intimate and connected. And most of all, it feels like we’re equals. That we’re both learning to give, and both learning to receive.
I didn’t think Cal would find me. I didn’t think anyone would. It seemed impossible. But in the future, if I ever get myself in trouble again, I’ll know that my husband will come for me.
I look down into his stern, handsome face. The intensity of those blue eyes used to frighten me. Now I crave the feeling of them fixed on my face. The way it lights up my neurons, making me feel anxious and wild and daring. I feel like I’d do anything to keep his attention, to spark that look of hunger in his eyes.
When I slip it on her finger, I repeat the vows that I spoke so carelessly the first time around. Now I savor every word, speaking from the heart. “I, Callum, take you, Aida, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad. In sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life. I promise you that, Aida. I will always be there for you. I’ll never let you down.” “I know that,” she says, looking up at me. “I know exactly what you’d do for me.”
Only Aida would believe she could get the watch back. I never even considered if it might be possible. You might as well drain the whole damn lake before you could get her to give up.
I love this woman. The day she set my house on fire was the luckiest day of my life. It truly is the luck of the Irish: perverse. Inexplicable. And utterly fantastic.
“I shouldn’t tell you how much you could get away with, Aida,” I say, shaking my head. “But you already know that I’d forgive anything you do.” “Anything?” she says, grinning mischievously. “Yes,” I say. “But please don’t test that theory.”
“I love you,” she says. “Did I tell you that yet?” “No,” I grin. “Tell me again.”
