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Acknowledgments

Id like to take this opportunity to thank those who helped me with this book. To all my Scotland contacts, the usual lot of suspects, once again, I couldnt have done it without you. To my sons for putting up with the crazy hours and for keeping Dominos on speed dial. To my mom, to Kat, and to Jill for being my constant lifelines to sanity. Im pretty sure its working, but let me have the fantasy if its not. You know Im always here to return the favor. To my agent and champion, Karen Solem, who has steadfastly been there for me this past year in ways I will never be able to fully repay, thank you, thank you, thank you. And lastly, but very importantly, to Kate Duffy, my wonderful editor, whose unflagging support and enthusiasm reminds me every day why it is I write what I do for a living. Thank you all!

Also by Donna Kauffman

Catch Me If You Can
Bad Boys in Kilts
The Great Scot
The Black Sheep and the Princess
The Black Sheep and the Hidden Beauty
The Black Sheep and the English Rose
Let Me In
A Great Kisser
Some Like it Scot
Off Kilter
Sugar Rush
Sweet Stuff

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Epilogue

I t was a beautiful, late-spring afternoon. The sun shone through the stained-glass windows of the abbey, cascading a rainbow of color across the excited, chattering congregation.

Tristan stood at the head of the aisle, his hands behind his back, palms sweating. The pews of the centuries-old Chisholm family church were packed with smiling, happy faces, all eagerly anticipating the momentous occasion.

Brodie glanced past brother Reese, his best man, and shot Tristan a grin. You look like yeve had a taste of bad meat, lad. I thought I was the one who was supposed to be nervous.

Tristan looked at his brother, the groom, who, from all appearances was relaxed and quite delighted by the impending event. Why arent ye?

Just then, the double doors swung wide and Kat Henderson stepped through the church doors on Alastairs arm. She was an absolutely stunning vision. Thats why, Brodie whispered, voice tight, eyes a wee bit glassy. Because Im no fool. I know Im the luckiest man on earth.

Tristan did smile at that. You do have a point. He felt the hairs lift on his arms as organ music swelled inside the small family abbey, and Kat began her walk down the aisle. His heart picked up speed and he glanced behind him, at Dylan. He was glad their oldest brother had consented to taking part. It had been three years now since Maribel had passed away and hed come home to Glenbuie. Well past time, theyd all thought, for him to join the land of the living again. Theyd all done their best to encourage it, but with little success. But standing in a chapel for a wedding ... well, that tied itself to memories that no number of years could erase, and theyd have each understood if hed begged off. Tristan had taken it as a hopeful sign when he hadnt.

Tristans gaze shifted across the aisle, to Kats two attendants. The maid of honor, Daisy MacDonnell, was a vision her own self, and soon to become Reeses intended. His brother had confided that hed only put off asking because he hadnt wanted to overshadow Brodie and Kats joy, along with the rest of Glenbuie, in the planning of their wedding. Daisys eyes were misty as she watched Kats measured procession toward the altar, and Tristan knew shed make an equally stunning bride. And that Reese was also a very, very fortunate man.

Daisy had made a huge impact on the village with her business acumen. The Web site shed constructed for the distillery had not only increased their sales internationally, but had created quite a stir village-wide with the throngs of sightseers who were now flocking to Glenbuie, both for a tour and taste of the family whisky, and also to enjoy the village itself. Shed woven together a ring of connected Web sites for many of the village shops, all extolling the charm and endearing ambience of the town square. The family would benefit further from her creative genius when Dylan finally opened the bed and breakfast. Shed cross-promoted it on the Web ring, and he was already booked for the season.

Which led his gaze to Kats other attendant. Bree. His pulse bumped up a little faster, as it always did when he looked at her. Seven months had passed since shed steppedor swervedinto his life, forever changing it. And him.

And here I thought the bride was supposed to be the most beautiful woman in the room, Reese whispered in his ear.

Oh, shes stunning enough, she is, Tristan said, never taking his eyes from Bree.

Were a lot, arent we? he said with a light chuckle, his own gaze clearly on Daisy. Do ye think the village can take so many Chisholm weddings in such a short period of time?

Tristan glanced back at him. How many?

Reese grinned. Are ye tellin me youre not contemplating dropping down on one knee yourself?

His hands shook a little. Ill gladly wait my turn.

Reese just smiled and shifted back in place. Perhaps I should wager on that.

Tristan wisely said nothing. Bree had finished her book just last week. The entire village had celebrated the joyous occasion. Theyd long since adopted their new resident author as one of their own, and considering theyd each done their share to protect her privacy as the media had eventually discovered her whereabouts and descended en masse, they all felt a bit proprietary of both her and the book itself. Bree had happily obliged and throughout the nightlong celebration had made certain they knew, each and every one, what their support meant to her.

He was so proud of her, so in love with this amazing woman, hed had to bite his tongue to keep from begging her to marry him right then. He hadnt. Partly out of respect for Reeses plans, but mostly because the completion of her novel was cause all by itself for a joyous celebration.

He was willing to wait until the moment was all theirs. Standing where he was now, however, the enormity of that moment truly sank in and took hold. Yes, it made his heart pound; yes, it made his palms sweat. He was rarely nervous, but admittedly, the idea of standing before the entire village and watching her walk toward him down that very aisle ...

Bree looked up just then and smiled at him. Just for him. And he thought about all shed handled, all shed overcome, the leap of faith shed taken, both with him and with herself.

Kat arrived at the altar, and Tristan watched as Alastair gave her hand over to Brodie, who quite eagerly took it in his own, anxious to declare himself to her and begin their new life together.

His gaze went back to Bree. He wanted that. He wanted to declare his commitment to her. Only not here. He wanted to do it outside, on the land hed also committed himself to. He wondered what Bree would say about taking their vows high up on their rocky bluff. A small, intimate gathering, with just his brothers, their wives, her parents perhaps, standing in attendance. They could celebrate all night in the village afterward if she wanted to.

He listened as Brodie and Kat repeated their vows, unable to tear his gaze from Brees. And he realized hed marry her in the middle of a crowded train station if that was what she wanted.

His hands stopped trembling. His palms stopped sweating. The only thing that mattered was that she say yes. All he had to do was ask her. She chose that moment to wink at him.

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