Page 63 of Corrupted By the Ruthless Highlander

“Perfect, Me Lady,”he said, swiping her sweat-damp brow with his thumb.

“Mm,”Margaret hummed as she leaned into his touch. “I could say the same about you.”

“Ach,if that’s what ye think of me,” he said, pulling out and grabbing the edge of his kilt to wrap around the two of them, “ken that I’m only perfect because of ye.”

As he broughther against his chest, Margaret marveled at the wholeness she felt. She’d been so afraid when she ran away to Scotland. In fact, she’d accepted that she was losing a part of herself in doing so, all to keep her family safe. But now, lying surrounded by the strength of her Highlander, she knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.

In Ryan,she’d found a protector and companion, someone that she was eager to build a life with. He’d proven her wrong, shown her that Highland men weren’t savages. And never in her life had she been so happy to be incorrect.

“I love you, Ryan,”she said, letting her eyes fall closed. “Thank you for loving me in turn.”

“Aye,”he said, pushing her hair from her forehead and pressing a gentle kiss there. “How could I nae?”

The End?