Page 55 of Wild Highland Rose (Time After Time #4)

M arjory let the merriment of the wedding feast surround her. Camerons and Macphersons alike danced and drank and toasted to the newly wed couple. It was perhaps a bit odd to repeat the vows, but her folk accepted it without question, glad enough to have peace in the valley again.

Fingal sat slightly apart from the others.

His wound had healed, but his face was still lined with grief.

Aimil's death had hit them all hard, but life continued, and with time she knew that Fingal would recover.

The hatred that had run their lives was gone.

It died with Torcall and Allen and Aimil—and with Ewen.

Not many knew of Cameron's true identity, but even those who still thought him Ewen Cameron knew that he was not the same man, and because of that they were here to celebrate the joining of the clans.

Cameron reached for her hand, pulling her close against him, and Marjory leaned back into his embrace, delighting in the even rise and fall of his breathing. It had been touch and go for a while, but he was finally completely healed.

It would take a while before Crannag Mhór did the same, but on the whole her people were recovering.

Her grandfather had made certain that there was peace between the Camerons and Macphersons.

Accomplished in no small part because so many believed Cameron was in fact the resurrected Ewen, and it was simpler to let people think what they would.

"Penny for your thoughts." Cameron's voice echoed through his chest, and she felt the words as much as heard them.

"I was thinking about you." She tipped her head to look up at him.

He smiled down at her, his hand running softly along her back. "I love you, Marjory Macpherson."

The look in his eyes, made her heart turn over, and she felt tears well up inside her. He reached for her hand again, his fingers entwining with hers. "I love you too, Cameron Even. And even though the world will know me as Ewen Cameron's wife. 'Tis your wife I am, and always will be."

"Once and forever mine?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers of desire chasing though her.

"Once and forever yours," she repeated. "Body, heart and soul." She stood on tiptoe to brush her lips against his, sealing the covenant. "And you, my love, are mine."

With a sigh, she settled back against him, allowing his warmth to seep into her soul, filling her with bliss, and as he pulled her tighter, she glanced out the window. A small star twinkled high in the night sky, and she smiled, certain that after all her mother had been right about the angels.

"Thank you, Grania," she whispered. "Thank you."