Maybe she should help. If it really was a small fire, he’d have returned by now, right? Donning a plaid, she walked out of the room she now shared with Duncan. Weird, but she didn’t smell smoke. An hour ago, she thought she’d detected a little more than usual, but nothing now. Normally, there was a constant smell of smoke from kitchen stoves and the like. Sometimes it smelled of peat, and she had to admit she loved that scent. Placing a hand on her heart, she reaffirmed it to herself. Her mind was made up. She would stay here with Duncan. She’d miss Rachel and Ian so much. But she might make other friends eventually. In the meantime, she had Duncan, and she’d never known love like that before. Wasn’t that peculiar? She hadn’t even thought about her job. She didn’t need it anymore, she surmised, that’s why she hadn’t thought about it. She’d miss it, but not like she would have if she hadn’t let herself fall for Duncan. She felt completely different. Clean. Fresh.
