Season of Glory (46 page)

I awoke the next morning and found his side of the bed cold. Frowning, I wrapped
my blanket around my bare shoulders and padded out to the sitting room, where I
found him watching the sunrise through the window. I sat down on his lap, and he
nuzzled my neck, pushing aside my hair and wrapping his arms about me. I smiled
and looked out with him, watching as the sun made the clouds change from purple to
deep pink to a delicate rose. It was like watching the Maker at work, blessing our
day, our lives, and our love.

And at last, my heart was at rest.

“What now?” Ronan whispered. “After all we've been through, all we've seen, all we've
experienced, is this to be our lives now? Waking together, working together.” He
shrugged. “It's wonderful, but it's all a bit . . . tame, isn't it?”

“For now,” I said, turning to caress his face, the lines of a nose that had been
broken a few times, the stubble on his chin. “Something tells me we'll face other
battles ahead. Who
knows what next year's Harvest shall bring? But for now, let's
just make the most of this season of peace, shall we?”

He nodded, a grin on his lips, and he moved in to kiss me. “I have to say . . . If
this is peace,” he said, rising, lifting me in his arms, and carrying me out of the
room, “I'm all for it.”

“As am I, Husband,” I said with a laugh. “As am I.”