Epilogue
A month later
Ewan held Nora’s hand as they walked through the framework that would one day soon be their new home. It would be a fine manor home fit for his lady wife and their new babe whose arrival was now confirmed.
He watched Nora tell the steward exactly what she wanted while his mind drifted.
He still couldn’t believe what Lochlan had told him.
None of them could.
Kieran was alive.
If he ever got his hands on him, he would kill him. Damn his brother for his selfishness that had cost all of them untold years of suffering.
But it was hard to hate Kieran for it when all he had to do was look at his wife and think of the joy she gave him.
Ewan was still wary that the MacKaids would make good their threats. So far no trace of them had been found.
Not that he was worried. It would take more than them to come between him and his wife.
“Ewan?”
He went over to Nora’s side.
“Think you this will be finished by the time the baby comes?”
Ewan nodded. “Aye, love. I’ll make sure of it.”
Nora smiled at her husband. These had been the happiest months of her life. She couldn’t imagine anything better than the life they had.
Well, except that she still wanted to travel.
But Ewan had promised her that as soon as the baby was old enough, he would take them to Aquitaine to visit her mother’s family.
She took his hand and laced his fingers with hers. “You know, my lord, I am suddenly feeling very tired.”
He cocked a brow at that. “Are you?”
She tried to keep her face straight as she frowned, but couldn’t quite manage it. Instead, she feigned a yawn. “Aye, you needs get me home soon or else I could fall asleep where I stand.”
Ewan laughed and scooped her up in his arms. “In that case, love, I’d best be on my way.”
Nora laughed as he sprinted with her toward their horses. Once he had her astride her own, she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
“You know, Cat sent me a package.”
“Did she now?”
“Aye,” she said, thinking of the sheer gown that awaited them. The material was so thin that it would scarce cover her. “This time, it’s a red one.”
She saw the fire in his eyes as he leapt onto his own horse. He set his heels into the flanks and tore off at a breakneck speed.
Nora followed along at her slower speed.
“Nora!” he called, urging her on.
How she loved this man, impatience and all.
But then when taming a bear, one could only do so much.