Page 134 of The Scot Beds His Wife

“You know what this means?” she managed through chortles and giggles.

He scowled at her. “I know ye’d better tell me what’s gotten into ye.”

“For a month… last year… you were married to your sister!” She dissolved into fits of hilarity once again.

Gavin made a sound of distress and repulsion. Not for the first time, he thanked God that Samantha Masters, now Bonny St. James, had been the one in disguise. Because now, more than ever, her deception remained an utter blessing.

Alison Ross. His sister…

A sharp exhale of amusement escaped him, and then another, until he was laughing just as heartily as she.

“My old heart can’t take many more of these revelations,” Eammon muttered.

Wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, Bonny said, “We’ll definitely have a lot to discuss with Liam and Mena when they arrive for dinner tonight.”

Gavin blinked down at her. “Is that tonight?”

“Yes, it’s our turn to host.”

“So it is.” He pressed his forehead to hers, needing her closeness and her strength in the wake of such information.

“It’s a bit of magic ye found, me Bonny,” he marveled.

“How so?”

“That ye robbed the train carrying my half sister which no one knew at the time, that ye saved her life, that she offered ye her name, and sanctuary, here in the Highlands…”

“That I never actually shot you,” she added with a tender smile. “Thatisa miracle.”

“Aye, Bonny,” he murmured, his heart so full he wondered if his chest would be able to contain it. “My family keeps growing because of ye. Ye gave me more than just a child, ye gave me back my brother, and now a sister I never knew I had.”

“You’ll have to tell Dorian,” she said.

“Aye,” he answered, thinking of all his bastard little brother had been through these past couple of months in regard to the Rook. “Aye, let’s hope he can handle the news, as well. It seems, this year is one for the return of the lost.”

“Whatever this season brings, know that I love you,” his wife said with uncharacteristic sobriety. “We’ll face it together.”

“As we face life together.” He nuzzled closer to her, brushing his lips across hers.

“Always,” she whispered.

“Always,” he vowed.