Her sister called over her shoulder as she opened the door to her tall handsome soon-to-be brother-in-law. Marcus was nervous. He had spent the two-hour trip from campus to the Sinclair hometown with prayers and mental planning. Although he had spent several hours just last weekend discussing his feelings and plans with Rori’s dad, now that they were officially engaged, things were different. Plus, Marcus had forgotten what life before Aurora Sinclair was like and the last four days had been miserable. “Marcus!” Rori practically launched herself into his arms from the stairs that were just to his right. She had been on her way downstairs already when her sister called. Her exuberance was both intoxicating and embarrassing to the normally reticent Scottish man. “You’re embarrassing him, Rori,” he heard her mother call from the kitchen. “Let him at least get in the door.” “Sorry,” she giggled against his neck. “You can put me down now.” Marcus dropped her quickly.
