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Page 70 of Rescued By the Highland Warrior

Moira’s heart swelled at the words.

“Ye must stay fer lunch!” Moira exclaimed. “We can sit outside in the gardens, an’ ye can meet some o’ the people who live here. There are plenty o’ people that I ken ye’ll like.”

Edin smiled, her head tilting slightly before she spoke. “Aye, that sounds like a fine idea Moira, but I only came tae deliver the message. I need tae be gettin’ on me way tae me next mission.”

Moira’s smile faltered slightly, but she nodded in understanding.

“Aye of course,” Moira said.

“But I’ll visit when I can. I’d like tae see ye happy in yer new life.”

Roderick placed a firm hand on Moira’s back, grounding her in the moment. “Ye’ll always be welcome here, Edin.”

Edin gave a final nod before stepping away. “Take care o’ yerselves. An’ Moira—dinnae let this one get away wi’ too much. He’s already made Triad history.”

Moira laughed. “Oh, I’ll make sure o’ it.”

As Edin departed, Moira turned to Roderick, the weight of her new reality settling in. “It’s real, isnae it?” she murmured, her fingers tightening around the letter.

“Aye,” Roderick said, brushing his knuckles along her cheek. “It’s real. An’ it’s only the beginnin’.”

Moira wrapped her arms around Roderick and he pulled her closer, his lips meeting hers. This time their kiss was not as pained as it had been all the times before, but it was filled with promise—soft, lingering, and unburdened by fear. They had their whole lives ahead of them.

She melted into him, savoring the warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against hers. For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t looking over her shoulder—she could just exist in the moment with him.