Sweet bleedin’ Jesus,” Faolan exploded, snatching up the shirt and yanking it back down over her head in one fluid movement. “Do ye think to display yerself for every man on the
beach? Ye doona allow me to look and I’m bloody livin’ with ye.
I’m going to make the coffee, and then we’re going to have the personal space talk.
Shannon MacLeodHere’s a secret for ye, mo chridhe,” Maggie smiled, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, “nothing ever dies. The gift stays the same, no matter the wrapping.
Shannon MacLeodFaolan stretched out on the blanket, propping his head on one elbow thoughtfully. “Eire is fine enough, I suppose,” he began, “but if I could have one wish, I’d show ye my Highlands. I’d take ye to the tops of the mountains and show ye where the golden eagles nest. I want ye to see
the sun rise and set over the moors. I want to make love to ye in the heather with the warm sun beating down on us.” His eyes widened as an idea occurred to him. “We could sail out to one of the far islands and have it all to ourselves, like Adam and Eve in our very own Eden. I’d take ye walking on the beach in the moonlight, and I wouldna have to share ye with anyone but the selkies.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’d teach ye to ride and hunt and fish, mo ruadh, and bank the fires to keep ye warm through the cold winter months.” With a blissful sigh, he pulled her tight against him and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “‘Twould be heaven for sure,”
he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice when his lips brushed her ear, “pizza or no.
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