“Now, I will secure ye a ride back to Rochester. My solicitor will draw up the papers. They will be to ye tomorrow. I suggest ye sign them.”
“We’ll accompany him to ensure he does,” Malcolm and Alexander said in unison.
Gunn nodded, leaving them to get Townsend gone.
He needed to check on Joss to ensure she was okay.
*
Her cheek hurtand she had a hard time seeing out of her right eye when she awoke the next morning. On the bright side, it took her mind off her ankle.
Turning to the side, she caught Gunn beside her, watching her intently. “How do ye fare this morn?”
She smiled, the movement causing her scabbed lip to break, making her wince.
“I know I must look a sight,” she said slowly. “But my heart is happy.”
He smiled, the gesture transforming his face which had been set much too seriously.
Grasping her hand, he brought it to his lips. “I was so fashed. I dinna ken what I would have done if I had lost ye.”
She pushed herself into a sitting position, her hands coming up to his cheeks, her thumbs stroking his jawline. “But I’m here. All is well, yes?”
“Ye will have your divorce, aye.”
Her heart jumped as happiness filled her. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “We can marry?”
“Aye,” he said happily. “We can. As soon as ye feel up to it.”
She frowned, remembering she wasn’t the only one who had been wounded. “Your shoulder. How is it?”
He blew off her concern. “’Twas naught, really. Just a small cut.”
There was so much blood. She knew he was downplaying the injury.
“Rest now. I’ll have some food brought up for when ye wake. Then we’ve got a future to plan.” He gave her a lopsided smile.
“I canna wait,” she said in her best Scottish brogue.
His brows lifted in surprise, and then he bellowed with laughter. “Ye can talk to me like that all day long, love.”
“I’ll be right back.” He got off the bed and headed to the door.
“Gunn?” She called.
“Aye?”
“I love you.”
“I love ye, too, Joss. More than ye can e’er ken.”
