Page 71 of Leila’s Legacy

“My father…”

“We’ve no’ heard anything.” His hazel eyes crinkled with sincerity. “I think if there’d been bad news, we’d have heard it by now.”

Leila nodded in agreement. No doubt Alban would have waved it in her face like a banner if word carried of Lord Werrick’s death. Niall was right; hearing nothing was for the best.

Home.

She would be home soon. To see her father and her family and her friends, to return to the life she had before… She looked up at Niall. Where would he fit in with her world?

“Yer da may no’ forgive me for imprisoning ye.” Niall lifted a shoulder apologetically, as if reading her thoughts.

“You saved my life,” Leila protested.

Worry creased his brow. “What I’ve done is unforgivable, Leila.”

She chuckled. “You haven’t met my brothers-in-law.” The thought of her family made tears prickle in her eyes. The family she had thought never to see again.

“What is it, lass?” Niall brushed a tear from her cheek.

“I fear sleeping and what visions it may bring.” She sniffed. “I’ve never seen past this moment of my life and everything right now is so perfect, I dread seeing what else might come our way. And I also dread not seeing anything at all.” She gave a mirthless smile at her own indecisiveness.

“Then mayhap we shall have to keep ye from sleeping.” His hand ran up the side of her waist and brushed against her breast.

Desire heated between her legs with a needy thrum. She sighed in her eagerness and shifted her body closer to him. Already, his longing was becoming apparent and hard against her thigh.

And while they did eventually fall into an exhausted slumber together, their shared passion was enough to prevent Leila from fearing the future. Especially when, for the first time in her life, she had no idea what it might bring.