The Fiery Cross (Outlander, #5)

by Diana Gabaldon

I suppose we shall both freeze together, Sassenach. That’s all right, though. I wouldna want to live without ye, anyway.”

“It’s been too late for me since the day I saw you,” he said gruffly.

Frank Randall, that is—meant the stone as a sort of acknowledgment, I think; a debt owed to your father—your other father, I mean; Jamie.”

“Trust me, Sassenach.”

“What’s mo mhaorine?” I asked Jamie. “I haven’t heard that one before.” “It means ‘my wee potato,’ I think,” he said. “It’s Irish,

“The Frasers of the Ridge are here!”

“Congratulations,” I said, smiling back. “Welcome to the family—son of the house.” He grinned enormously. “Thanks,” he said. “Mum.”