“That’s my wife,” Callum said, smiling. “The Ice Queen.”
Epilogue
“Don’t move!” Callum growled, but Constantine knew it was a happy growl. He had a smile on his face, and the love shining in his eyes was clear.
“I’m not moving,” she laughed, patting her enormous belly. The baby seemed to have just turned over inside her. “That’s your future son.”
“Daughter,” Callum shot back. He scrambled off their bed, somehow managing to balance the canvas, paintbrush, and palette, and then padded across the room to the easel by the window, which he had set up months ago. His favorite pastime was to paint her while she was still sleeping, the devil. He said he wanted to capture every moment of her condition, and though she didn’t particularly love her big belly displayed so prominently in paintings, she loved that he loved it. And he had vowed that these paintings were only for his private collection.
Callum returned to the bed, and it dipped beneath his weight as he made his way to her and then helped her settle comfortably with her head on his chest. She draped her leg over her husband’s solid one, enjoying the feel of his springy hair scratching her smooth skin.
His hand came to her hair, and he began to stroke it as he liked to do. She had to admit she liked it very much, too.
“There will never be anything I love more in this world than this,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
“I had no idea my shoulder was so alluring.” She propped herself on an elbow and gave him a teasing look as she tugged down the corner of her nightclothes to reveal her right breast. “I would have thoughtthismore enticing.”
“It is,” he said, his voice holding its own teasing note, but then a serious expression stole over his handsome features before his hand settled on her heart. “But this, by far, is my favorite part of you. I love you.”
“Then cease talking and show me just how much you love me,” she said, her blood thickening as only Callum had ever made it do.
He loved her quite a lot, it seemed, because he was still showing her when the first light of dawn broke.
Thank you so very much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Kilgore and Constantine’s story! The next book in the series is Lady Frederica and Mr. Beckford’s book,Lady Frederica and the Scot Who Would Not. I’m currently working on the book, but you can keep up to date with when it is coming out by joining my newsletter at juliejohnstoneauthor.com.
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Excerpt of When a Laird Loves a Lady
One
England, 1357
Faking her death would be simple. It was escaping her home that would be difficult. Marion de Lacy stared hard into the slowly darkening sky, thinking about the plan she intended to put into action tomorrow—if all went well—but growing uneasiness tightened her belly. From where she stood in the bailey, she counted the guards up in the tower. It was not her imagination: Father had tripled the knights keeping guard at all times, as if he was expecting trouble.
Taking a deep breath of the damp air, she pulled her mother’s cloak tighter around her to ward off the twilight chill. A lump lodged in her throat as the wool scratched her neck. In the many years since her mother had been gone, Marion had both hated and loved this cloak for the death and life it represented. Her mother’s freesia scent had long since faded from the garment, yet simply calling up a memory of her mother wearing it gave Marion comfort.
