“Is fíor bhur ngrá. Tugaim mobheannacht daoibh,” I recited, shaking my head again as I glanced back up at her. “I heard those words, in a woman’s voice, right after we kissed in the lough. I didn’t even speak Irish at the time, but I never forgot them.” “What does it mean?” I smirked. “Yer love is true. You have my blessing.” “Shut up.” Darby laughed, a tear spilling over one flushed pink cheek. “Are you serious?” I nodded. “I thought I was goin’ mad.” The warmth in Darby’s eyes was nothing short of breathtaking as she leaned forward and pressed a smiling kiss to my lips.
