“Yes, thank you.” She sniffed and blinked, forcing a smile upon her lips. “I just realized I will miss my home.”
The gray of Quinn’s eyes softened, like the undercoat of a mourning dove. “You will make Forres your home now. Whatever you wish to do, I can arrange. I want you to be happy, Wife.” He gave her waist a soft pat and he smiled that winning grin that assured her she would have a chance to make him happy too.
As the priest pronounced them married, they descended the steps and walked down the aisle arm in arm. There had been a wedding breakfast before the ceremony, a little unusual, but Quinn had wished to leave almost immediately. He’d returned to England with his own car just in time for the wedding, making the long journey alone. Together, they would drive all day to reach Edinb
