Cindy Miles - Ghost 03 by T J

Author:T J [J, T]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:39:52.380000+00:00

She did, and the only noise besides their breathing were the pine martins and insects, and if she strained her ears—

"Oh!" she said in a loud whisper. "I hear it! Only ... what do I hear?"

Ethan chuckled, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her against him. The feel of her warm body, the slight shudder of her breath, the roar of her voice vibrating through her back and to his chest made him want to tighten his hold on her and never let her go. Keep her there forever.

Impossible, he knew, and instead settled for having her here now, in the gloaming, snuggled easily, and he brushed his mouth once more against the soft shell of her ear. He felt her shiver, and he knew he'd treasure the sensation for the rest of his days. " 'Tis fairies singing."

Amelia sat still—a miraculous event in itself, he thought—and tilted her head toward the sound.

Then she turned to him, that cocksure grin that he found completely endearing, with one corner of her mouth lifting higher than the other, crossing her face. Had they no' been so close, he'd have never seen it, so cast in shadows were the wood.

"You're full of it, Munro. There's no such thing as fairies."

He kissed her jaw, and she squirmed. "You're being savored by an enchanted fourteenth-century man and you say there are no fairies, aye?"

She made some sort of sighing noise, and Ethan smiled. "Come, lass, I'll show you."

They walked through the thicket, up a slight rocky incline, where the sound of water grew louder.

The wood cleared, allowing a bit of light within, and Amelia gasped.

"Oh, wow." She stared a moment, then turned back to him. "How beautiful."

Pride leaped up from within at Amelia's pleasure of his home. " 'Tis a bhùirn." He glanced at her.

"Fresh water, moving fast."

"Burn," she said, repeating the Gaelic word. He rather liked the way his language sounded on her tongue. "What is that sound? You know, it actually does sound like high-pitched singing."

Moving her over to the flat rock, near the edge, he held her elbow whilst she found her balance, sat, and he climbed down beside her. " 'Tis the water slipping fast over the reeds and grass." He smiled.

"My mother used to bring me and my brothers and sister here, and we sat upon this verra rock and listened to the fairies." She turned her face, partially cast in shadow, toward him as he continued.

"Being the little devil that she was, she'd also bring a handful of rowan berries, or stones. When we werena lookin', she'd toss them into the burn and yell in a hushed whisper, 'See you there, children!

'Tis the fairies after all.' "

Amelia smiled at him. "I can't believe I'm sitting on a rock that you sat on when you were a little boy." She shook her head and looked out across the water, and the first raindrops began to fall.

"Your mother sounds great. I bet you miss them all." She lifted his hand and held it.

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