Sam nodded. “We can actually thank the
“What?”
“Well, Hank coming here. Creating Brian along with Yancy. Yancy is determined to marry him right away, too, you know. She says she was an idiot, that she lived in hell when she thought he was dead, and she wasn’t letting any fool prejudice—including her own fear—keep them apart anymore.”
“I’m glad. My brother really adores her.”
“We’ve also got Mr. James Jay Astin.”
“How so?”
“I think he’s in love with—with my mother.”
“Really?”
Sam nodded.
“And you’re happy?”
“Very happy.”
He rose, pulling her up beside him. Jem was bringing the
Sam pointed. “Our island,” she murmured. “I mean, you are…”
“Working for a private concern now,” he assured her. “And you, my love, are definitely my greatest private concern.”
Sam laughed and landed happily in his arms. He kissed her deeply.
They were home.
And if the Eyes of Fire had offered up a curse, it was over now.
For the Eyes had closed.
And love had set them free.
