Her husband chuckled at her. “I shall do my best.”
Maybe it was love that he’d needed, Torin thought as he looked at his son and the woman who had given his son to him. Lundy and his ambition suddenly seemed so funny that he wanted to laugh, but his cousin was not important. Kneeling, he touched his son for the first time.
Love was perfection.
About the Author
Mary Wine is a multipublished author in romantic suspense, fantasy, and Western romance; now her interest in historical reenactment and costuming has inspired her to turn her pen to historical romance. She lives with her husband and sons in Southern California, where the whole family enjoys participating in historical reenactment.