“You might want to listen to her, Finn,” Sinead says with a distinct laugh in her voice.

“I should have called,” Cam begins.

“You won’t get an argument from me. You should have called. You should have just talked to me when I was there so we could have hashed it all out right then and there. But no. You were pigheaded, and…Finn, I’m warning you.”

“C’mon, Maggie,” Finn mutters and then shakes his head woefully.

“Are you done yet?” Cam asks.

“I beg your pardon?”

“If you’re done with your little tirade, I’ll tell you that I’m madly in love with you and I’m here to make things right.”

I blink at him, then look over at Finn. “Okay, you can let go now, Finn.”

“Thank God,” Finn says and scurries away.

“Come with me,” Cam says as he takes my hand and leads me through the crowd in the pub, all of who are watching us now. We exit through a door to the outside. It’s cool outside, with a thick, heavy fog hanging, casting everything in shadow.

“We can go to my place,” I begin, but he frames my face with his hands and stares down at me longingly as though he hasn’t seen me in years. “Cam.”

“I love you, Mary Margaret. And I know that we have stuff to talk about, but damn it, I can’t go another day without telling you that.”

“I love you, too.”

He blinks as if he’s completely surprised.

“Why does that shock you? Why do you think I was so frustrated and angry?”

“Because of Joey—”

“No, not because of Joey. Because of you. And we can talk about this later because I really need you to kiss me—”

His mouth is on mine, not moving, just resting as if he’s relieved to be here finally. And then, with those hands cupping my face, he sinks into me in that amazing way Cam does that makes my toes curl.

“I’m staying in the guest house,” I inform him when he pulls away. “It’s private.”

“Let’s go there,” he suggests, not in a firm, stern way, but in a hopeful manner that makes me smile.

“If it will get us out of the cold, damp air, I’m all for it,” I say with a smile and walk with him to his car. I give him directions to the inn and the small guest house behind it, and once he’s parked and we’re inside, I light the peat fire to warm us and turn to find him staring at me with hungry blue eyes.