They shared a laugh, and she watched her husband, watched as those chiseled features softened, his hazel eyes looking to someplace faraway.
“Do you miss it?” she asked quietly. “Old Scotland, I mean?”
“Och,” he smiled. His eyes scanned around them, taking in the world they’d built together. A cottage, land, trees. She traveled twice a week into Perth, where she was studying to be a veterinarian. They had a paddock full of horses, and Will had a rich life as a horse breeder, and, she believed, the best kids’ riding instructor in the Highlands. “I love our life,” he told her.
Cupping her chin, he added, “You forget what gifts your modern age gives. Here, where the water runs, but the blood does not. So, no, lass.” He smiled. “I don’t miss it one wee bit.”
He spun her suddenly, and she yelped in surprise. Will reeled her to him, dipped her, and stole a quick kiss.
He pulled Felicity back up, keeping her tucked close. “My life is where you are. You, my delight. And besides, love,” he said, giving Felicity a loving little swat to her rump. “I find you to be a very bonny dancer.”
They laughed, and kissed, and Will and Felicity walked arm in arm back inside, to peek at the kids one last time for the night.