Epilogue
Monday, March 21, 2016
Hugh found Anneliese standing on the edge of the cliff by the old ruins.
Coming up from behind, he took her by the waist and swirling her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her leisurely and passionately. “Happy birthday, Love.”
She smiled up at him, eyes bright and happy.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, passing his arm around her slim waist.
She snuggled against his side. “Not really. How’s the foal?”
“He’s just had his first breakfast—to both his and his mother’s satisfaction and his father’s pride.”
She smiled and tilted her head to one side. Not missing the chance, he leaned down and took her earlobe between his teeth.
She moaned softly and complained, “I missed you this morning.”
“I’ll make up for it later,” he promised.
In the last weeks,
