“A-b-h-a-i-n-n,” I mutter, spelling out the word and looking up into his eyes. “How do you say it? What’s it mean?” Rain leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips, smiling against them before he whispers, “Abhainn.” Nuzzling my nose against his, I respond with a quiet, “Yeah?” He chuckles then, pulling back to look at me. “No, that’s what it says. Abhainn. River. Your name.”
