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Epilogue

Seven months later

Emily finished nursing Duncan and laid him down next to her on the bed, just as Angus came back into the room.

“Who was at the door?” she asked.

“Neil Guthrie.”

“Edgar’s solicitor?”

“Aye. He delivered two letters—one for you and one for me.” Angus handed a folded piece of stationery to her.

Emily looked at the handwriting and a small shock ran through her. She didn’t have to open it to know the letter was from Edgar. She unfolded it and, after reading Edgar’s words, felt another shock when she saw the date it had been written. Two years before his death. She was amazed that he had penned the letter so far ahead of time…and even more amazed by his words:

My darling Emily, congratulations to you and Angus on the birth of another child (or two, perhaps?). Be it a boy or a girl, he or she could not ask for better or more loving parents. I often wonder what I would have done if you had chosen someone other than Angus to be your lover, or if he had refused to do it. I imagine I would have had to lock you both in the stable until you came to your senses.

Emily laughed even as the tears ran down her cheeks.

You must know that I finally would have acquiesced if Angus had still not agreed to my suggestion of a
mènage á trois
, but you did enjoy it, didn’t you?

“Oh yes, my love, I did,” she said softly. She glanced up at Angus, but he appeared absorbed in his own letter.

Know that I loved you with all my heart and you made my life happier than I ever dreamed it could be. If there is a Heaven, as I pray there is, I will see you again some day.

All my love,

Edgar.

Emily gasped, recalling the dream she had the night Edgar died. How strange it was for him to have written the same thing he had said to her in her dream.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Emily looked up to see Angus shaking his head, an expression of amazement on his face. “What is it, Angus?” she asked.

“He did it. I canna believe he did it.”

She assumed his letter was also from Edgar. “What did he do?”

“He bought it back for Duncan.” Angus handed her his letter.

Angus, my friend. Congratulations on the birth of another son. I assume you’ll name him Duncan, after your grandfather, but whatever you call him, his title will be Laird of Glenelg. My solicitor has the papers, all it needs is for the name to be filled in.

You are too good and your blood is too strong to let the title be usurped by a lesser man.

I know you love her as much as I did. Take good care of her.

Yours,

Edgar.

About the Author

Kate Poole always thought she knew what she wanted to be when she grew up—a nurse. She did that for a long time. Then she got interested in the law, so she became a nurse-paralegal for a law firm in Baltimore City. She has been doing that for a long time, too.

About eleven years ago, Kate found out she could put words, sentences, paragraphs, and pages together to tell a story, and now it’s on to Career #3. It took her much longer to complete a novel than it did to get her college degrees!

Kate lives in Maryland with two of the sweetest cats that ever wore fur. And she wants her ashes scattered on the Isle of Skye…with a kilted piper in attendance, of course.

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