But Gavin did give her away, and he and Greylen placed her hand in Father Michael’s. Somehow, the gesture of their three hands joined together meant as much as exchanging her vows with Greylen. Somehow, their lives were now bound together, forever.

She stared at the ring Greylen had given her, a ring identical to the one that he wore. A simple gold band engraved with the same design on her dress, swirling ovals with no beginning and no end. Father Michael interrupted her inspection when he told Greylen he could kiss his bride. Her. And her husband kissed her all right—jeez, the man was going to take her on the floor.

Father Michael announced them to the congregants, and Greylen led her from the church. He addressed his clan with a powerful shout. “I give you Lady Gwendolyn MacGreggor, your new mistress.” Then he turned with a boyish grin as they cheered. “Come, wife, we’ve a celebration.”

And it was.

An enchanting night filled with music and laughter. Bagpipes played jaunty tunes, and they danced together under the stars. Later, they sat at one of the long, beautifully adorned tables set between the chapel and the keep, now laden with platters as they drank to endless toasts. Anna and Lady Madelyn hadn’t missed a single detail and Cook truly outdid herself.

But the best part of her night was when Greylen held her in the midst of people swirling around them, oblivious to everything as he rested his forehead against hers. “That I’m dancing with you, and we celebrate our joining—it fills my heart, Gwen.”

They were the sweetest words she’d ever heard, and she’d kissed him in front of everyone. Quite thoroughly too.

She stood with Lady Madelyn now, barely able to listen as she met Greylen’s look. He was with his men on the other side of the courtyard, staring at her as they continued to talk. He must have said something to dismiss himself because his men walked back to the festivities and he toward her. The look in his eyes. The way he carried himself.

My God, she was married to that man!

Greylen looked at his wife as he made his approach. In truth, he’d been unable to take his eyes from her the entire night. She was breathtaking. His mother kissed her cheek before heading in Isabelle’s direction, and now his wife stood alone staring back. He couldn’t close the distance fast enough.

“’Tis time to go inside, Gwen,” he said, stroking her cheek when he reached her.

“Wouldn’t it be rude for us to leave now?” she asked.

“Nay, wife, ’tis expected.”

He took her hand and walked with her toward the keep. Then he cradled her in his arms, carrying her up the steps and through the main doors.

“Greylen?”

“Aye, love.”

“That was a wonderful evening.” She sighed, rubbing her face against his chest.