Chapter 1“Gilly, you need to eat.”
“Yes, love,” Gilly replied, his thoughts elsewhere, waving his fingers as if shooing away a fly. But his heart smote him when he caught the deep concern on his husband’s face, still comely, but now weathered and lined with age. More dear to him than life. He sat straighter at the table, ignoring the new ache in his bones and the exhaustion from a sleepless night.
“Have you noticed,” he began, stirring the porridge in his bowl, “that it’s particularly nice outside this morning?”
“And…” Finian prompted, not taking his eyes of Gilly, though Gilly had looked pointedly out the kitchen window. Gilly met his gaze and couldn’t help but admire Finian’s upright posture and still handsome features. A blush tinged Finian’s clean shaven cheeks under his stare, the
