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With a smile on my face and his hands held in mine, I gaze into his eyes as I graciously reply.

“I do.”

Epilogue

One year later

“Lorna’s dead.”

The words pull me out of a dreamless sleep, and I peek one eye open to stare at my husband just to make sure he really said that.

He has his phone in his hand, and he turns toward me with alarm in his features. Quickly I sit up.

“Wait. You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.”

I snicker. “Killian.”

“The old hag is gone. Dec just texted me.”

Leaning over, I glance at his phone, and there it is. A single text from his younger brother.

Aunt Lorna passed away in her sleep last night.

“Holy shit,” I mutter. “What does this mean? For the house.”

Killian shrugs. “I’m guessing she left it to Anna. She sure as hell didn’t leave it to me.”

“Not that you’d want it…right?” I ask, looking up into his eyes.

Killian and I have made a home here in New York. Sure, we haven’t exactly set down roots yet, but we do have a nice life at the moment, enjoying this honeymoon phase we’re in.

But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about what the future holds for us. I’m not even from Scotland, and I’m itching to go back. He says he’s fine where we are, but if we had the opportunity to live in Barclay again, would we take it?

“Nah,” he replies with a confident shake of his head. “If I go back there, I’m afraid I’d fall right back into the same old routine. Here, I finally feel alive.”

Turning toward me, he gives me a charming little smirk. My love for him swells in my chest like a tiny little bomb that goes off every time he smiles at me.

“Besides, I don’t need a big house to do this,” he says as he drops his phone and tackles me down to the pillows. Burying his face in my neck, his thick beard scratches my skin as he kisses and nibbles the sensitive flesh.

I squeal in delight as my legs wrap around him. And then just as our laughter turns into moans, his phone rings.

“Och,” he groans. “Fuck off.” He flings his phone off the bed and resumes kissing his way down my neck and across my collarbone.

“I’m willing to bet my left tit it’s your sister,” I say as he inches his way down.

“Well, at the moment your left tit is mine,” he replies with a groan, his teeth gently closing around the sensitive bud. My back arches as I dig my fingers in his hair.

But only moments after the buzzing of the phone stops, it starts back up again.

“She won’t stop,” I say breathlessly.

“And neither will I.”

He continues to kiss his way down, but just as he reaches my belly button, the phone rings for a third time.

“Fucking cow!” he bellows as he reaches down to the floor to quiet the incessant device. With irritation in his eyes, he lies back between my legs as he hits the Answer Call button. “I’ve got my mouth just inches away from my wife’s pussy, so you better make this good.”

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