“No, you’re not dead, and neither am I,” Callum said, as he stood in the doorway and forced an encouraging grin. Then a movement caught his eye.
Mari had been stirring the coals, but the sound of that voice made her halt.
Callum now had a beard and strange clothes, and he wondered if she would even know him. Each weary step of his journey back to her had been driven by longing for this moment.
Mari turned slowly, reluctant to find out that she was mistaken. “Callum?”
He held out his arms. She flew to him and buried her face in his chest and sank into the feel of his body against hers. Her lips grazed his neck as Callum held her face and kissed her.
With eyes fixed on the reunion, Alex held a flask out in Duncan’s direction. With a quick glance, he said quietly, “You’ll be wanting this
