“I love ye,” he said. “I love ye more than I could ever say.”
“Oh, Conall,” she breathed, tears glimmering in her eyes. “I love you too. I love you so much.”
She leaned against him, her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. He didn’t want to let go, not now, not ever.
“Then stay,” he said suddenly.
Molly looked up at him. “What?”
“Stay,” he repeated. “Stay here with me. Marry me. Please?”
He didn’t know where the words had come from, but the moment they left his lips he knew they were right.Ye must face yer past if ye want to find yer future.Hehadfound his future. She was standing in front of him right now.
Molly stared at him, her eyes shining. He waited, hardly daring to breathe as he hung on her answer. He knew how much she missed her home. He knew how much she missed her father. He knew how much he was asking of her.
“Yes,” she said at last, tears glittering like raindrops in her eyes. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He grinned as a heady sense of euphoria swept through him, more powerful than anything he’d ever felt. He suddenly felt like he could take on the world. He kissed her then, quick and hard, his lips claiming hers with a fierce hunger, not caring that they were standing on a rain-lashed deck, surrounded by his father’s men.
Molly wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal fervor. They broke apart, gasping for breath, and Conall rested his forehead against hers.
“She was right,” he breathed. “Irene was right. She said I had to go back to the beginning to find my future. And I did. Ye.Yeare my future.”
“And you’re mine.” She pulled him close. “Let’s get that future started right now, shall we?”
He kissed her again, giving her his answer.
Chapter 28
Molly stood beforethe full-length mirror—a gift from Fiona—and let her fingers trail over the intricate embroidered detailing on her wedding gown. The heavy sky-blue satin swept across the floor and the bodice fitted snug around her waist. She hardly recognized herself. The person staring back looked every inch a highland lady.
That can’t be me, can it?
“Ye look beautiful, Molly,” Adaira said, fastening the row of buttons running down Molly’s back.
“Thanks,” she replied with a smile. “I almost feel it.”
