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378 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 27, 2016
Uncle Ivor once told Arran that there was nothing more dangerous to man than a woman. "No beast, no plague, no pestilence," he'd said jovially from his perch on a rock as they'd stalked red deer. "Men live and die for them, lad. You'll see what I mean when you've come of age, aye? The trick is to find a steady one and keep her close."
"But in this, you must trust me. Arran, for heaven's sake, you must, at last, trust me. I love you, and not because our fortunes are aligned. Because in this little lodge, you taught me what is important. You taught me what it meant to care for someone. I don't care about balls and society. I care about how many potatoes the earth will yield, and how I might mend the hole I put in your shirt, and if you will love your child as much as you love those wretched dogs at Balhaire."
He bowed his head, sighing in relief. "Margot...Diah--"
She took his face in her hands and made him look up at her. "You became the beginning and the end of my world here, and I choose you. I will always choose you."