Aiden grunted. “A decision based on need. With Latharn Castle recaptured and news of Lord Comyn’s need to keep a firm presence in the Highlands, our sovereign wants to ensure the Templar strongholdremains safe.”
“Regardless the reason, I am thankful you are here,” she said. “It seemed like forever untilyou returned.”
“Each day I was gone, I missed you desperately.” He cupped her chin. “Gwendolyn, I love you; forever you willhave my heart.”
“I love you as well,”she whispered.
Pride filled his gaze. “I am still astonished that wehave two sons.”
She arched a playful brow. “Did I not tell you twins have been knownin my family?”
“Something you omitted. But”—he tilted her head and claimed her mouth, slow, with possession until she shuddered against him—“I believe theyneed sisters.”
Heat searing her, she pressed her body against his.“Do you, now?”
“I do.” Aiden lifted her in his arms and strode toward their bedchamber. “And I am a man who finishes what he starts.”
Gwendolyn’s laughter filled the room as he lay her on their bed, loving his playfulness, the inherent gentleness, the warrior who from the first had swept her off her feet. “I am counting onthat, my lord.”
