Page 82 of All In Good Time

The MacKenzies headed back into Breaghacraig. “We’re going to our home,” Dougall called after them.

“Sara, are ye coming with us?” Helene asked.

“She’s coming with me,” Logan said. “Alpin has left me his cottage and I’d like to see what Sara thinks of it before I move meself in.”

“We’ll see ye later then. Come join us for the evening meal.”

“We will,” Sara said.

She watched them walk away and then turned to Logan. He took her hand and led her towards his new home. As they walked down the path, Sara couldn’t help but wonder what would happen now. He still hadn’t asked to marry her and in this time she couldn’t move into the cottage with him. She guessed she’d be staying with Helene and Dougall for the foreseeable future. After nearly three weeks spent in his arms every night, it was going to be hard to sleep alone.

They approached the cottage and Sara immediately remembered Aisla’s request. She glanced at the beautiful flowers and plants growing there and said a silent prayer that she wouldn’t kill them. “Aisla has asked me to care for her garden,” she said to Logan.

“Has she? ’Tis yer garden now, ye ken.”

“Technically, it’s your garden.”

“What is technically?”

“Never mind. This is your cottage… your garden.”

“Ah, but Sara, ’tis yer cottage too.” Logan seemed confused.

“Logan, I can’t live with you here,” she said, exasperation in her voice. “It’s not like we’re married!”

“Ye told me that ye wished to stay in this time with me. I took that to mean we’d be wed.”

“You want to marry me?” Sara stopped near the rosemary bush and stared at Logan.

He came towards her, “Aye. I do.”

“You never asked me,” her brain was not quite processing this conversation yet.

He seemed puzzled. “I thought we’d agreed.”

Sara’s brain caught up with her and a big grin snuck across her face. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “In my world, when a man wants to marry a woman, he gets down on one knee and asks her.”

Logan made a big show of kneeling down at her feet. He took her hands in his and looked at her with those deep ebony eyes. “Sara Barrett, would ye be me wife?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes! I will.”

Logan shook his head as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside their new home.

“What do ye think?” he asked as they explored the tiny cottage.

Sara had already seen the living area when she’d visited Aisla. It was small, but had a warm cozy feel to it. She explored the adjoining room and found it to be a bedroom. It was a clean, neat little room with a decent sized bed. The wheels started turning in Sara’s head as she imagined how she would decorate it. She continued exploring and found that there was another small room that must have been Aisla’s bedroom. They’d left everything behind except for their clothing and personal items.

“We can fix it up however ye like,” Logan said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms about her waist.

“I’ve got some ideas, but I’ll need Helene’s help.”

“I’m sure she’ll be happy to give it to ye.”

“Oh, Logan, I’m so happy. I love this.”

“Remember, if ye ever wish to return to yer own time, I’ll be coming with ye. I cannae live me life without ye.”

“Knowing that you’d do that means everything to me. I love you.” She turned in his arms and kissed him.