“I wish I could see her more often. Ye know how much I simply adore her. At times, I wished we lived closer to Kintail.”
“That doesnae mean we cannae come to pay ye a visit.” A mischievous look came into Ennis’s eyes and he lowered his voice. “Besides, I donna think ye will have the time, Lady Sybella. Ye will soon have your own bairn to raise.”
Sybella’s mouth dropped and Alex sat forward. “What? What did ye say?”
“Aye, Laird MacDonell, your wife is with child.”
She stammered in confusion. “Are ye for certain? I thought ye couldnae see without the stone.”
A sheepish smile crossed Ennis’s face. “That’s what I told your father, lass. I was aware of what he did to the MacLeod’s women and children, and knowing that, I could nay longer aid him in his endeavors. I ne’er wanted blood on my hands. I only tried to help our clan.” Alex was about to speak when Ennis looked him in the eye. “Aye, ye have your heir. He is a healthy lad.”
Sybella didn’t even realize Ennis had walked away when Alex pulled her to her feet. He lifted his hand to her cheek and held her close. “Ye have made me the happiest man alive, and nae only because ye carry my son. “Tha gaol agam ort, Ella.” I love you. His eyes were tender, compassionate.
She placed his hand to her stomach and laced her fingers with his. “Alex, I love ye with all my heart. And I’ll need ye now more than ever.” She laughed in sheer joy. When he raised his brow, puzzled, she rolled her eyes and added, “Ye heard Ennis. A lad. Just what I need. Another bad boy of the Highlands.”
Acknowledgments
A very special “thank you” goes out to the following people:
To my agent, Jill Marsal, for your endless encouragement.
To my editor, Leah Hultenschmidt, for supporting my dreams.
To my dad, who tells everyone he is the cover model for my books and that Sourcebooks photoshops his head. You’re doing a great job, Dad, and the ladies think so, too!
To my family, who can spot a tartan and a Scottish festival a mile away.
To Sharron Gunn, my resident Gaelic expert, mòran taing for your always willing attitude and assistance.
To Mary Grace, who continues to be my rock and who I’m proud to call my friend. I could never do this without you. You are truly the reason my dream is alive. I’m so glad you’re with me on this journey.
To my readers: You know who you are! For the ones who travel two hours to see me at a book signing, who constantly promote my books via word of mouth and social media, who believe in me and give me endless encouragement, and for your pictures, letters, and smiles, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
About the Author
Victoria Roberts writes sexy, Scottish historical romances about kilted heroes and warriors from the past. An avid lover of all things Scotland, she simply writes what she loves to read. Prior to ever picking up a romance novel, she penned her first young adult novella (never published) at sixteen years old. Who knew her leather-studded motorcycle hero would trade in his ride and emerge as a kilt-donning Highlander wielding a broadsword?
Victoria lives in western Pennsylvania with her husband of twenty years and their two beautiful children—not to mention one spoiled dog. When she is not plotting her next Scottish romp, she enjoys reading, nature, and antiques. For more information about Victoria, visit her website at www.victoriarobertsauthor.com.
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