The Gallaghers of Ardmore Trilogy

my place now. This is my home.”
    “You weren’t leaving?”
    “Not for long, but I was determined not to come back to you. I found my place here. My place, Aidan. It had to be mine first. And I found a purpose. That had to be mine, too.”
    “I understand that.” He reached out, just touched the ends of her hair. “I do, for I was the same. Can you accept that I know that, and want all of that for you, and still want the rest?”
    “I can accept that I found my place, my purpose, and now I’ve found you. So it’s you I’ll come back to. And I’m going to be good, very good, at all of it.” This time she reached out, took his hand. “You’ve given me the words, Aidan, and the magic of them. I’ll give them back to you. Because what we start here, today, we start on even ground.”
    She paused, waiting for the fears and the doubts, but all that came into her was joy. “There was never one before,” she said quietly. “Though I wanted there to be, tried to make myself into someone so that there would be, because I was afraid to be alone. Now I’ve learned how to be alone, and trust myself, to like myself. I won’t be coming to you weak and malleable and willing to always do what I’m told so as not to make trouble.”
    With his heart humming, he touched a finger lightly to his battered nose. “I think I’ve got that part, darling.”
    She laughed, and wasn’t the least bit sorry. “Once I take you, there’ll never be one after.” She held out her other hand. “Forever, Aidan, or never.”
    “Forever.” He took her hands, bringing first one, then the other to his lips, then on a deep breath, he knelt at her feet.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Doing it proper, finally. There’s no pride here,” he told her, and his heart was in his eyes for her. “I don’t have a bag of jewels taken from the sun to pour at your feet. I’ve only this.”
    He reached into his pocket to take out a ring. The band was thin, and old. The little diamond in its center caught a stray beam of light and sparkled between them, a promise once kept, waiting to be given and kept again.
    “It was my mother’s mother’s, and the stone is small, the setting simple. But it’s lasted. I’ll ask you to take it, and me, for my love for you is beyond measure. Belong to me, Jude, as I belong to you. Build a life with me, on even ground. Whatever that life is, wherever it is, is ours.”
    She promised herself she wouldn’t cry. At such a moment she wanted her eyes clear. The man she loved was kneeling at her feet, and offering her . . . everything.
    She knelt with him. “I’ll take it, and you, and treasure both. I’ll belong to you, Aidan, as you belong to me.” She held out her hand so he could slip the ring on, a circling promise to the heart. “And the life we build starts now.”
    As he slid the ring on her finger, the clouds whisked away and the sun poured out light bright as jewels.
    And kneeling there among the flowers, they didn’t notice the figure watching from the window, or the wistful way she watched them.
    They reached for each other. Lips met. And as fresh pain exploded, Aidan sucked in his breath.
    “Oh! It hurts.” Jude eased back, struggling not to laugh as she stroked his cheek. “Come inside, we’ll put some ice on it.”
    “I’ve a better cure than that.” He rose and scooped her up into his arms. “Just have a bit of a care, and we’ll be fine.”
    “Are you sure it’s broken?”
    He slanted her a look. “Aye, since it happens to be attached to my face, I’m sure. And there’s no need to look so pleased about it.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he paused at the front door. “And I’m thinking, since you are, this might be just the time to remind you, Jude Frances, you’re owing me two hundred pounds.”
    “And I’m thinking you’ll make it worth my while.”
    She lifted her hand, watched the way the little diamond sparkled in the sun. Then reaching out, reaching forward, she opened the door herself.



This novel is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination
or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

TEARS OF THE MOON

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