Once she was a happy child, a glorious girl, then a radiant mother-to-be, but she lost her smile when she lost her baby. Because she chose loneliness, so did he. He loved her from the moment he saw her and understood, after he understood about her swift years, he would wait until she had passed before searching for his own happiness. Closing his eyes, he saw again Erin with sun-kissed skin and pink lips. How he wished he had waded across the river that day, despite his youth. How he wished he could do so now and that every step could remove the years between until they were matched in time. Just once he would have liked to kiss her. He waited until Erin rose from her water gathering to return to her cottage before heading back to his. His mother was ill; he could not maintain a full day’s presence under the willow. “Kell, it is time,” she whispered when he entered her chamber. “Come, sit with me.” Sitting on the bed, he took her hand, smoothing his thumb over her fragile skin.
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