Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Brigid gasped. “You know?”
Reena grinned. “I have watched you both fall in love in front of my eyes.”
“You think Thomas loves me?”
Reena looked at her oddly. “Has he not told you of his love?”
“Nay, he has made no mention of it. He has not even kissed me, though his touch is gentle, but that is only when he offers help. And then I think perhaps that is why I feel this way about him, he protects me and is good to me.”
“Like your husband was to you.”
Brigid smiled through her tears. “Thomas is actually more tolerant of me than John was. He bakes bread with me and enjoys it. John would never have helped with women’s work.” Tears ran down her face. “But that made no difference, for I loved John.”
“You loved him for who he was, and Thomas loves you for who you are, just as you love him for who he is.” She thought of the advice she offered her friend and thought it was good advice for herself in dealing with the Legend side of Magnus. If she was falling in love with Magnus, then she was falling in love with the Legend as well, and she would need to accept him for who he was.
“He is not big and ugly as some whisper,” Brigid said adamantly in defense of Thomas. She wiped at her tears and giggled. “I like that I can step behind him and no one can see me, and he lifts me with but one arm, yet he is gentle in his enormous strength.”
Reena sat back in her chair, bringing her legs up to tuck beneath her. “I am happy for you and Thomas. You are both good people and deserve to love.”
Brigid shook her head slowly. “But he has made no mention of love to me. I have only realized my feelings toward him and—”
Reena waited, knowing her friend had difficulties with her feelings because she felt she betrayed her dead husband.
With gained courage, Brigid spoke. “I find my feelings growing no matter how hard I try to ignore them. I look forward to seeing him and I do not grow bored of our time together. We always find things to discuss or laugh about, and even silence is comfortable with him.”
“Then love him and be done with it.”
“I feel—”
Reena wasted not a moment; she finished voicing what her friend could not. “Guilty for loving him, when you should not. John would want you to be happy, as you would want the same for him. Do not waste time in doubt and guilt. Love Thomas, Brigid, love him with all your heart.”
“How?” Brigid asked. “He has shown no sign of loving me.”
Reena laughed. “It is obvious.”
“Again you see what others do not.”
“Magnus sees it.”
Brigid brightened. “Perhaps Thomas has made mention of his feelings to him.”
“Would you feel more comfortable with your own feelings toward him if I found out how he felt toward you?”
“Aye, I would. You would not mind inquiring, discreetly of course?” Brigid asked with a grin.
“If I do, what then will you do about it?”
“You challenge me,” Brigid said.
“Aye,” Reena admitted. “Thomas is a shy man with women. He thinks himself ugly, and while he loves you, I think he finds it difficult to believe that you could feel the same for him. So it will be up to you to make your feelings known to him.”
“Find out how he feels toward me, and then I will gather the courage and speak with him. But what of you?” Brigid returned the challenge.
Reena acted as if she did not understand. “What do you mean?”
Brigid laughed and shook her head. “I know you as well as you know me, Reena. We have grown up together and have known things about each other before a word was spoken. As you have seen my love for Thomas bud and grow, I have seen the same with you and Magnus, though I must say, his love for you has been evident.”
“You speak nonsense,” Reena said.
Brigid laughed again. “You know it is not nonsense. Magnus keeps you forever at his side.”
Reena sighed and slumped back in her seat. “I am confused.”
“Sounds like love,” Brigid teased.
“I had thought love was more simple and more defined.”
“If only it were,” Brigid said and relaxed back in her seat.
“The ache in my stomach—”
“Is part of love.”
“The constant thought of him—”
“Is love,” Brigid repeated.
“I tingle when he is near,” Reena whispered.
“Love.”
Reena grew silent, staring at the flickering flames in the hearth.
“Why do you fight your love for him?”
Reena turned to her friend. “I ask myself that question. How can the Legend love me?”
“Why would he not?”
“Gossip says the Legend knows not of love, and look at me.” Reena held out her arms as if offering herself for inspection. “I am not exactly the type of woman the Legend would find appealing.”