“What is in that head and heart of yers, Lark?” Reaching up, she covered his hand with her own. “Both are full of a place that’s home to us and wee Larkin. Our own abode, one of beauty and peace with a garden and bees and yer sheep. I’ll make oatcakes and tea and ye’ll hang yer hat by the door, and we’ll shut the world away. ’Tis as real to me as if I was standing on the threshold.”
