“I did see quite a bit.” Jennifer studied his face. “Including that little incident with Lady Sylvia back in the 1700s. I can’t say I am happy to have that memory thrust into my brain. I saw you checking out her backside.”
Rory’s eyes widened, and he began to sputter a little. “Now, my love, ya can’t be mad about that. Ya weren’t even born yet. She meant nothing to me. No other woman existed before ya. Not really. I—”
Jennifer laughed. “You’re way too easy to tease.”
“I…” He looked confused, as if unsure if he was in trouble.
“Yes, Mr. MacGregor. I’ll marry you.” Jennifer closed her eyes and offered her mouth. She felt Jim squirming in protest as he squeezed lightly between them. When she pulled back, she gazed into Rory’s eyes and whispered, “But seriously, do you think you can sneak us into a shower? If your family sees me like this, I’m never living the bog witch nickname down.”
Chapter Nineteen
Ireland, Six Weeks Later…
Jennifer stood in the field of rocky protrusions and wildflowers. The long white skirt of her wedding dress clung to her legs in the breeze. The gown was simple, but not as simple as she would have chosen. Cait and Margareta had been overly helpful in the wedding planning.
Jennifer saw no hint of what had transpired there hundreds of years ago when she looked over the beautiful landscape. But she knew. She recognized a feeling radiating from the place, though the enchanted bog was no longer there. Part of her expected to see Jenny Greentooth pop her head up from the ground to witness the nuptials.
“Ya are the loveliest vision.” Rory stood next to her in his formal kilt. “My life truly began the moment I saw ya.”
In the last few weeks, she’d learned a lot about his family’s traditions. One is that they took their kilt fashion very seriously. His brother, cousins, uncles, and father all stood nearby with matching attire. The women had opted for nicer dresses. Since Jennifer didn’t have family, Maura stood up for her as a bridesmaid. Their flower girl, Jewel, wore leather pants, a vest, and a plastic sword. They’d tried to put her in a princess dress, but she kept magickally changing her outfit into that of her new favorite playtime character, a dragon slayer.
“This is where it all started,” Jennifer said. “All it takes is a dash of destiny, and everything can change. Our destiny was written in this earth centuries years ago, and it is here I pledge my love to you for the rest of eternity. I am yours. Forever.”
The vows weren’t traditional, but they were hers, and they were real. Jennifer didn’t need a flowery speech to tell Rory how she felt. She showed him her love every single day.
“Forever,” he repeated.
Rory brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. She felt his magick inside of her as if it were her own.
“Och, we’re not to that part, laddie,” Murdoch said.
“Let them be. I declare them married.” Raibeart sniffed.
“Are ya crying?” Angus asked.
“Aye, mayhap a little,” Raibeart answered. “It’s romantic. Let’s move this party to the pub. Ladies love wedding parties. Puts them in the mood for lovemaking.”
Cheering and clapping erupted, causing them to break their kiss.
“Welcome to the family!” Murdoch pulled Jennifer away from her new husband and gave her a giant hug. She found herself passed around from father to uncle to brother to sister to cousins to aunts as they all congratulated her.
Yeah, they could be a bit overwhelming at times.
Rory rescued her as he swooped her up into his arms and began carrying her away from the field.
“Follow me!” Raibeart declared. “I know the way.”
“Liquor is the other way,” Murdoch said when Raibeart would march them into the wilderness.
Raibeart instantly turned and thrust his hand into the air. “To the liquor!”
“Well, at least he’s wearing clothes,” Jane told her husband.
“For now,” Lydia answered as she threaded her arm into Erik’s. “The evening is young, and I have a feeling Ireland is about to have several reports of invading naked Scots.”
“Jewel, no,” Andrea yelled. “No dragon! No dragon!”
Jennifer glanced into the sky just in time to see a mythical beast disappear into a puff of smoke. She inhaled sharply and held tighter to her new husband.
“Don’t worry. You’re a MacGregor now. You’ll get used to it,” Rory said.
“I made a cake,” Cait announced to the family.
Jennifer buried her head in Rory’s shoulder and whispered, “Yeah, that’s scarier than the dragon. I’m still not eating anything your mother gives me.”
The End
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Warlocks MacGregor® 9: Night Magick
Maura MacGregor might by new to the secretly magickal town of Green Vallis, but this isn't her first dance with the devil. See what fate has in store for her!
Warning: Contains yummy, hot, mischievous MacGregors who are almost certainly up to no good on their quest to find true love. And Uncle Raibeart.
Night Magick
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Michelle loves to travel and try new things, whether it's a paranormal investigation of an old Vaudeville Theatre or climbing Mayan temples in Belize. She believes life is an adventure fueled by copious amounts of coffee.
Newly relocated to the American South, Michelle is involved in various film and documentary projects with her talented director husband. She is mom to a fantastic artist. And she's managed by a dog and cat who make sure she's meeting
