Cam’s heart couldn’t take it. Goddamn, he was on the verge of tears. ‘I’d like that, too.’ He cleared his throat gruffly. ‘If you— If you’re sure you won’t miss it.’
Lachlan’s eyes creased guiltily. ‘I suppose I might still visit the Teapot occasionally. You know, just to check in on everyone.’
‘But who’d be running it?’
Lachlan’s smile was totally innocent. ‘Well, Meredith seemed rather keen when I suggested the idea.’
‘Meredith?’ Visions of his aunt inflicting merry hell on The Lucky Teapot’s regulars flashed through Cam’s mind. She’d certainly look after them all, in her own domineering way. He let slip an incredulous chuckle. ‘Poor Donald.’
Just as quickly, the image was replaced by an even better kind of vision. One of him and Lachlan, side by side, making the Glencoe cottage their own. Inhabiting a space that Cam had never really felt he owned, and yet one which was an intrinsic part of him.
The idea of transforming it, of truly calling ithomeagain with Lachlan excited him more than he could have imagined.
He pulled Lachlan against him. Their bodies fit perfectly together. Cam brushed his Scorched fingers through Lachlan’s golden hair and saw his future reflected in those gorgeous blue eyes. He whispered against Lachlan’s lips with a smile.
‘Welcome home, love.’
