‘Yes, or at least, I think I might be, in time.’
Giselle took his hand and glanced around her. Ravenna had gone. She was a good woman, with a big heart, and she would miss her when they had gone off to Corryvreckan to start their new life.
‘Come Lyall. Let us go inside, it is cold out here.’
He hung back. ‘You are different today, Giselle. What has changed in you? Do I need to be concerned?’
‘No, you do not have to worry for me anymore.’ His hand was warm in hers as she brought it to her lips and kissed it. ‘I will be well again, I swear Lyall, if you would be patient with me.’
‘You know I will.’
‘Then you must know that I love you, and I would not see you worry for me all the time. I want to live and bring my child into the world.’
‘I told you it will be our child.’ His mouth set into a grim line, and Giselle almost winced at the expression on his face.
‘I know you did, and you are a good man to stand by me,’ she replied. ‘I don’t deserve you, Lyall Buchanan.’
‘No, indeed, you deserve someone with a kinder heart and a more forgiving nature. I fear my own is cursed with resentment and bitterness.’
‘And yet, I love you to distraction.’
He laughed and squeezed her hand tight. ‘And I you.’
‘Then you are stuck with me, Lyall Buchanan, for as long as may be.’