Love Practically (The Penn-Leiths of Thistle Muir, #1)

by Nichole Van

Fox. Joy and grief are two sides of the same coin. Ye cannae have one without the other. It’s foolishness in the extreme tae be so consumed by the possibility of loss that ye miss the joy of love entirely. Sorrow means the heart loved true.”

“Love has tae be fed.

“Death is an amputation.” He fixed her with haunted eyes. “A violent severing of a vital part of ye. It throbs like a phantom limb, pulsing with a pain that nothing can soothe.”

“Life is short, sister. Love hard and true . . . while ye still have time.”

But right now, the home thudding under his sternum was not a place, but a person. Leah. She was home to him.

All his exhaustion, the weary thinness of his soul, had slowly healed under the care of her hands. She had nurtured and prodded and loved him back from the half-life he had been living.