“There was benefit to it, though. Forgetting you made me fall deeper in love with you.” I squeezed him. “I love you, Elliot. So much.”
“Hey,” he said, leaning back so I could look up at him. I lifted my hand to brush my fingers over the silver calla lily pendent that he still wore to this day. “I love ye too, Mrs McKenna. I’m scared of how much I love ye.”
“Me too. Terrified. You’d better always be scared of how much you love me.”
“Oh, I will,” he said, his thumb grazing my lower lip. “I always have been.”
When he kissed me this time, it was slow, intense and filled with emotion. He showed me with his kiss just how much he loved me, and I felt it from my heart all the way to my toes. A shiver ran the length of my spine.
“I think you promised me a rub-down, paddy.”
“Oh, sasanach.” He grinned, his ocean blues gleaming. “Wait until Baylor goes down for his nap, and I’ll be sure to rub ye down everywhere.”
This man had my heart; he’d given me my son and another baby that I would soon bring into the world. He’d come back to me at a time when I was lost, scared and didn’t know where to turn. He’d saved me. As he slid his hand down to my behind, my laughter and his mingled together, until he silenced me with a toe-curling kiss that held the promise of so much more to come.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Reaching this section of a book always seems like such a far-off point that I’ll never reach when I start writing. When I eventually find myself here, with the book finished, I have a moment of disbelief. How did I get from a fleeting idea to a finished book that I love? It still blows my mind, and I think it always will.
To my sister and daughter, who give me nothing but endless support and never question why I stay holed up in my office for hours at a time, looking a fright while I get my books finished. I love you both to Neptune and back.
To my friend Rebecca Prescott and your wonderful hubby, thank you for answering all of my questions about the station life of a fireman in London. I appreciate it so much, Becks.
To Mark Gottlieb, my agent, thank you for always having my back and for all you do for me.
To my editor, Lindsey Faber, my copyeditor, Gemma Wain, and my proofreader, Becca Allen. Thank you, ladies, for going through my book with a fine comb to make the story, and its characters, as strong as they could be. I really appreciate your many hours of hard work to get Forgetting You to where it is right now.
To Sammia, and the team at Montlake Romance, thank you for taking a chance on a rough summary of the book that changed drastically by the time I finished writing and submitting it.
To my readers, I sound like a broken record, but you all make my world spin. I hope you enjoyed reading Forgetting You, because I had a ball writing it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.A. Casey is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who juggles her time between her mini-me and writing. She was born, raised and currently resides in Dublin, Ireland. She enjoys chatting with her readers, who love her humour and Irish accent as much as her books. You can visit her website at www.lacaseyauthor.com, find her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/LACaseyAuthor and on Twitter at @AuthorLACasey.
