“Weel, do we call her Keira or Ilsabeth?”
“Ilsabeth.”
He kissed the child’s soft cheek. “Welcome, Ilsabeth Armstrong.”
“If I ken men, our kinsmen are down there celebrating as if they did all the work. Ye can join them. I dinnae mind.”
“Nay, I will stay and celebrate with you.”
“I think ye will soon be doing nay more than watching me sleep.”
Cormac put his hand beneath her chin and turned her face up to his, kissing her tenderly. “’Tis all I need. I celebrate each time I see you, each time I hear ye speak, each time I touch you. Ye are my heart, my soul, the verra breath I need to live. I love ye, Elspeth Armstrong, my wee green-eyed angel. I vow I shall love ye until I am but dust in the ground.”
“And I vow I do love ye, Cormac.” She smiled sleepily against his mouth as he lightly kissed her. “And shall. Longer.”
“Is that a challenge I hear?”
“Aye, I believe it is. Care to meet it?”
“With all my heart, angel. With all my heart.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hannah Howell is an award-winning author who lives with her family in Massachusetts. She is the author of nineteen Zebra historical romances and is currently working on a new Highland historical romance, Highland Lover, which will be published in June 2006. Hannah loves hearing from readers, and you may visit her website: www.hannahhowell.com. Or write to her c/o Zebra Books. Please include a self-addressed, stamped envelope if you wish a response.
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