Page 41 of The Rightful Highland King (The Last Celtic King #4)

Maeve put her hand on Ansel's shoulder, smiling slightly. "Ye neednae look so worried. I've nae seen such fear in yer eyes in over a decade."

Her brother-in-law gave her a reproachful look, and Maeve did her best not to laugh. Over the last seven years, it had become almost second nature to playfully antagonize Ansel, finding the fun in a man she'd once thought would be her enemy forever. He was still too serious at times, and all three sisters had made it their mission to help Neala keep the joy within him close to the surface—not that he needed much help when Neala was around.