When a Scot Ties the Knot (Castles Ever After, #3)

by Tessa Dare

He cleared his throat and began to read. “ ’My Dear Captain MacWhimsy. This morning, the dreadful Miss Price came to call. Lavinia is always prodding me for stories about you. Today she asked if we had kissed. I said of course we had. And then of course she had to ask me what the kiss was like.’ ”

“You’ve got to be the Rob Roy of her imaginings. Are you calling her a ‘bonny lass’? The Englishwomen’s hearts go all a-flutter at that.” “What do you know about the hearts of Englishwomen?” “He’s got the right of it,” Rabbie put in. “ ‘Bonny lass’ is good. ‘Wee bonny lass’—well, that’s even better.” “ ‘Yer wee bonny lassie,’ ” said Callum, taking the improvement one step further. “Throw in lots of ‘och’ and ‘aye’ and ‘dinna fash yerself,’ too.”

“You’re with child. It’s a delicate condition.” “Delicate?” She smiled. “Logan, the child I’m carrying is yours. I feel certain he or she can survive just about anything. Including love.”

“Mo chridhe. My own heart.” She took his hand and placed it on her belly. “There’s another little heart inside here now. It’s a bit of you and a bit of me, and a lot of someone we’ll have to wait to know. But Logan”—her dark eyes tipped up to meet his—“this means we’re a family.”

For now, he buried his face in her hair and murmured promises. Thou art bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. The same words with which he’d vowed his life to Madeline, he whispered now to his unborn babe. This child would never know hunger, never feel cold. Never know the pain of fear and darkness. Not while Logan had breath in his lungs and life in his veins. And as for love . . . Even when his heart stopped beating, there would be no end to his love.