more devastating?'
'Court and Annalía think the last two lines qualify the ones that came before—that they're about each son finding the one woman he's supposed to be with. I believe that.'
'And I'm the one woman for you?' Her tears were easing.
He drew his head back. 'I havenever doubted it.'
'So you think you can get me with child now?'
'Aye.' His voice gruff, he said, 'I dinna, did I?'
'No, you didn't.' At his relieved expression, she said, 'Is the idea of children with me such a dread prospect?'
'No, but the thought of you in labor, in pain, at risk…' He stifled a shudder. 'I dreadthat . And lass, I would no' share you well, no' even with my own bairns.'
She tilted her head at his admission, her eyes seeming to soften as she gazed at him. 'But you didn't get me pregnant. Will that change your mind?'
'No, nothing will.'
'You said over and over that it wasn't just about the curse. You gave me reason after reason why we wouldn't suit.'
'No, they were just excuses—'
'Are you saying you lied to me, then?'
'No, I've never lied to you. And I made those excuses to myself as much as to you.' At her raised eyebrows, he said,
'The reasons were true, but they doona matter anymore—because I will be whatever you need me to be.' He brushed away the last of her tears with his thumb, and she sniffled, but let him.
'You can't change that you're a loner. I'm not, and I won't live a solitary existence. Would you keep me from my family?'
'No, never. If that's the only thing standing between us, I'll bloody move in with a houseful of them.'
Her eyes went a shade wider. 'Really?' she said slowly.Raaaally. 'You would do that?'
'Lass, none of what I've found out will matter if I canna have you. My future's with you, or I might as well not have one.'
'But I'm…afraid, Hugh. Something else could change your beliefs, and then I'd lose you a third time.' She briefly looked away when she admitted, 'I couldn't do it a third time.'
'Do you know how badly I wanted to seize onany of your arguments at Beinn a'Chaorainn for why we could be together? But I could no'. And even then I struggled no' to let you go. It was selfish of me, but I never sent for Quin to come for you.'
'You didn't?'
He shook his head, gently laying his hands on her shoulders to rub up to her neck and back. 'I've always been searching for a way I could have you, and now I've got one. If you accept me now, you will no' be able to get rid of me.'
'So you came for me tonight because you want to be completely married?' Jane said, nibbling her lip. 'To live together?'
'Aye, Sìne, if you'll have me.' He swallowed, then enfolded her in his arms, but she was stiff, silent. Moments passed….
When she at last wrapped her arms around him, too, he exhaled, realizing he'd been holding his breath.
He drew back and cupped her face, gazing down at her. 'Jane, I've told you before that I'm no' a good man —'
'But won't you be good tome ?'
'Oh, Christ, yes. Always.'
'Will you love me?'
His brows drew together, and his voice went hoarse. 'Till my dying breath,' he said, the words sounding like a vow. 'And you? Can you love me, even knowing what I've done?'
'Hugh, I understand more about your profession now. I know that you saved soldiers' lives, but you never got any recognition. You might not get credit for your grueling job anywhere else, but I, for one, am so proud of you.'
'Proud?' he choked out the word. 'Do you know how often I dreaded ever having to tell you about this?'
'I always have been proud of you, and that hasn't changed.' Then she eyed him. 'Though I do want you to understand that if I'd been a son, I would have had your job.'
'I doona doubt it,' he said, his lips tugging into a grin, but then he grew serious once more. 'You ken what this will mean? So think on this, because I swear to you, lass, I'll never let you go again.'
Gazing up at him, she said, 'Never let me go? I like the sound of that.'
He blinked as if he didn't really believe this was happening. She understood the feeling. But she sensed they'd crossed a threshold—finally.
The antsy feeling was…gone. Because she was right where she was supposed to be.
'I have money for you now,' he said, like he was trying toconvince her to be with him. 'I can spoil you. And we have that estate by the sea in Scotland.'
'I get to live with you in your seashore home?'
'Ourhome. And you should, especially since I bought it with you in mind—'
'Youdid ?' she asked, both surprised and delighted. When he'd told her of it weeks ago, she'd dreamed about being there with him, never knowing he'd done the same about her.
'Aye, I think you would be proud to call it yours. I'll take you there straightway, if you like. We can leave tonight.'
She bit her lip and murmured, 'Or we could stay here for tonight…and finish what we started in the carriage.'
'My vote's for that,' he said in a rush, making her laugh, but it turned to a delicious gasp when he pressed his lips to her neck. His tongue flicked out with wicked kisses until she was shivering and clutching his shoulders. Against her damp neck, he said, 'I need to take you again so badly…dreamed of it…'
'Me, too.' She moaned softly as he laid her back across the bed, pressing her skirts to her waist.
'After so long,' he began, his voice a husky rasp, 'finally I'm free to claim you for my own.' He tugged her lacy undergarments from her, baring her to his gaze. Her knees fell open with his first hot touch between her thighs, and she watched in fascination as his eyes slid shut with pleasure. 'I'm warning you now,' he said, biting out the words. 'I'm going to be so damned greedy for you, lass.'
She eased her arms up to him, reaching out in welcome. 'I'm yours for the taking.'
At that, his expression turned fierce, his eyes burning with feeling as he stared down at her. 'After tonight, love, you will no' ever doubt it.'
Chapter Fifty-two
'Are you ready to see our home, Sìne?' Hugh asked, as they stood near the end of a hedge-lined walk at Waldegrave.
She nodded, breathless. 'I'mbeyond ready.' There were only so many minutes left until dusk, and they'd just arrived. 'I've been dying to see it for the last week!' It had taken them that long in London to resolve certain concerns. If Jane hadn't been utterly in love with him already, then she would have been when he'd asked for help to fulfill his promise of toys to his new nieces and nephews.
He'd gruffly explained, 'It's simply good strategy to get on with your family. I'll bribe the youngest generation directly before the holidays and ensure their cooperation.'
Biting back a grin, she'd answered, 'Toys: you're positively Machiavellian.'
Jane had also taken the time to make up to Claudia for canceling their trip, and to thank her father repeatedly
