Page 180 of Moon Craving

Talorc of the Sinclairs to restore you to me."

Abigail's gaze flicked nervously to her husband to see how he took her sister's

words. While they had reached a rapprochement of sorts and their lovemaking was more

intense than ever, he had never openly acknowledged her words of love, though she told

him each night, and often at least one time during the day. It went without saying that he

never said the words back.

They had never discussed her plan to use him to get to her sister again, but the

knowledge of it was a barrier between them. Invisible, but felt all the same.

However, right now, there was nothing but indulgent pleasure on his face.

Grateful for that much understanding, she smiled at him, her joy making her

simple. "My sister is here."

"I noticed." His lips quirked at one side drolly.

Emily touched Abigail's cheek in a long-familiar gesture to get her attention. "He

invited us to come."

"Oh . . ." She looked back at Talorc, her eyes filming with happy tears. "You are too

good to me."

Talorc leaned forward and kissed her softly. Right there in front of her sister and

brother-in-law. And not on her cheek, but on her lips. "I would not withhold your family

from you."

Dazed by the kiss, Abigail turned to what was no doubt a goofy smile on her sister.

"Is he not wonderful?"

"I am willing to concede he is not a goat," Emily teased with an eye roll.

Her husband threw his head back, obviously laughing.

Talorc frowned at Emily in censure, but the amusement in his blue eyes belied any

true anger. "It is about time you acknowledged the truth."

Abigail shook her head, so happy she could explode with it.

Talorc brushed the shell of her ear with his forefinger, his indication he wanted to

say something to her. With a brilliant smile, she gave him her full attention. "Yes?"

"Wife, this near-decrepit warrior is the man your sister chose to marry over me." He

waved his hand at the other man. "Lachlan, Laird of the Balmoral."