Hell Transporter (Between) Page 26

  “It’s almost perfect,” I said softly and he replied, “Almost?” I sighed and looked down at my wedding ring. “When we were handfast, you told me it would last for a year and a day. I tried so hard to schedule the wedding so we wouldn’t run out of time, but I just couldn’t make it. With school, and the waiting period for the license…” I let the words fall away, my disappointment at having let him down weighing heavy on me.

  He put one finger under my chin and lifted my face to meet his gaze. “When were we handfast, Lindsey? What day?”

  “Well, the accident was on December 15th,” I replied.

  “And how many days were you with me in between?”

  I shook my head, uncertain. “I don’t know. You told me yourself that since you control the sun and the moon, that the days are not the same there.”

  He nodded, his eyes holding mine. “That’s true. I also told you when I made you my bride that I would not count the days if you would promise me the same. I don’t intend to start now, love. You’re my wife, yesterday, today and forever.” A tear spilled down my cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb, then cradled my face in his hands and gently pressed his mouth to mine.

  When he pulled away, I looked into the blue eyes of the man I love—my husband—and whispered, “Okay, now it’s perfect.” He tucked my hand into the crook of his arm and we went back downstairs to join our guests.

  About the Author

  Cyndi Tefft lives with her family in the Pacific Northwest where the weather is overcast and rainy, much like the Highlands of Scotland. So she was right at home when she got the chance to visit Eilean Donan Castle. A self-proclaimed Scot freak, she loved every bit about the trip to Scotland: the people, the kilts, the accents, the fish & chips, the haggis… well okay, not the haggis.

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