Page 49 of The Highlander’s Iron Hold (Kilted Kisses #4)

Two Years Later

Morag stretched languidly in the pre-dawn light filtering through their chamber windows, her body warm and sated from Colin’s loving attention. Beside her, her husband slept peacefully, his arm draped possessively across her waist, his breathing deep and even. No nightmares haunted his rest anymore—hadn’t for over a year now. The sleeping draught that had once been his nightly necessity sat forgotten in Tasgall’s stores.