“Sorry, lass,” he said, with a half-smile. “I’m a marrit man.” He made to pass by, and she made a small incoherent sound, putting out a hand to stop him, but not quite daring toContinue reading

“You can… call me Da,” he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. “If-if ye want to, I mean,”“Da. Is that Gaelic?”He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly.Continue reading