Page 114 of Beneath Pearly Irish Skies
She could already see the tall fluted vase she’d make. She’d sgraffito a drawing of the woman. The wind would make her white dress dance, and somehow she would capture her etherealness along with her compassion and strength. They would put it in the entry hall of the arts center to welcome all who came.
“I can’t wait to see it,” Kade said, giving her a sexy wink after she told him. “But I’m even more eager to see who she’ll be helping next, as I suspect she has plans to stay around for a while.”
“If only we could tell Cormac O’Sullivan about all of this. His book would be filled to the brim with bets.”
Kade laughed. “Look at you, talking like an Irish woman.”
She liked the sound of that as much as she did hearing the cars finally pull up outside her cottage. Their friends. Theirfamily.
Coming to Ireland had been the best decision of her life. It had brought her here. To Kade. It had given her a place to teach and practice her art again. And to find herself as a woman.
“Perhaps we can make that official after we marry,” Megan said.
He pursed his lips. “I expect we can at that if only to make sure you stay here for the rest of your days,mo mhuirnín dílis.”
“Where else would I want to be?” She rose to dress and looked out the window, her hear lifting at the blend of clouds and sky.
After all, there was nothing like living beneath pearly Irish skies.
