Benedict grinned. “I knew you’d give in eventually.”
Silas shook his head. “I believe that you did. But I honestly don’t know why.”
“Because I love you, just as my mother did,” Benedict said. “I know you’re a good man. You just lost your way somehow.”
Blinking back a sting of tears, Silas squeezed his nephew’s shoulder. “Thank you. I love you, too.”
“Now, go get your child and the woman you love,” Benedict said, his eyes suspiciously bright as well. “Send word when you’re home safely with them.”
“I will,” Silas assured him, glad for the chance to be on his way once again, but eager at the thought of spending next Christmas with his nephew and his family.
Hopefully, Grace and Emmaline would be at his side. But even if they weren’t, he resolved never to spend Christmas alone again.
