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guy no matter how much I’d love to hold him in my arms. Uilliam doesn’t know me and I wouldn’t want to scare him. Giving him a smile, I wave my hands at him right before Bridget whirls me around once again to face the man I’m to marry. “Mitch, I’d like you to officially meet Alison,” she says proudly.

“Um, hi,” I whisper softly, reaching my hand out hesitantly.

“Hi,” he murmurs just as quietly while taking my hand in his to shake. My breath catches at the butterflies fluttering in my stomach when he doesn’t pull his hand away.

“Now that Bridget has done introductions, how about we move this into the dining room for dinner. I’ve been smelling the roast cooking all afternoon, and I’m starved,” Da states, gaining everyone’s attention breaking the tension filling the room.

Tension I didn’t even feel until that moment.

Everyone goes to follow my da into the dining room, but Mitch keeps us from following them as he stays planted where he stood.

“Uh, we should join them,” I suggest.

“And we will in a moment but first, I must ask you a question. One of great importance,” he mutters.

“Okay, what is it?” I ask, again hesitant in the thought of what he needs to ask me.

“Are you okay with doing this? With marrying me?” Mitch asks, still holding my hand.

“Yes, I’m okay with it. I might not have known it was you I were to marry until recently, but I know my duty to my family, and I won’t back down. I was brought into this world we live in knowing I would have to marry the man my father picked for me. Am I scared? Yes, I admit I’m frightened by the unknown. Am I going to walk away from my duties or throw a fit like a two-year-old? No, I wouldn’t do that. I may only be twenty years old but I’m not a child. I’ve gone to school and finished all of my schooling, earning a degree to be able to work with children, and if it’s not a problem, I will be doing so when we get to the States. I don’t like to sit on my thumbs.” I finally stop to take a breath, only to find Mitch staring at me with a completelely baffled expression. One I don’t know what to make of.

“You, mo stór, are nothing like I expected,” he mutters, causing my chest to constrict when he says, ‘my treasure’.

Talk about mind-blowing, the fact this man would call me something so precious.

Chapter Five

Mitch

Motherfuckin’ shit. Staring at this woman standing before me, I’m shocked at not only how much more beautiful she is now but also the fact I can see right away that she’s nothing like her sister. The way she speaks of herself in our world is something Bridget never stated with Dean. Those two lucked the fuck out that they’d been able to work shit out and my boss gets off on her antics.

Alison, though, she’s different. Unique in her own way.

Still, I never expected to call her mo stór, considering how intimate the endearment is. But I, for one, must admit just how accurate the statement is. Even if I don’t want to think of her being mine, the truth of the matter is, come tomorrow, Alison will be my wife, and I need to get to know her in every way possible.

A small pang hits my chest at the thought of having a connection with Alison when I still love Michelle. I’ll never stop loving that woman considering she’d been my world. The pang intensifies at the remembrance of the dream after I passed out the night before with a sleeping pill. That shit was fucked. Again Michelle came to me saying this same thing about me letting her go and moving on. Only this time, she’d brought Alison up and how she would be good for me. That I deserve to be happy and if she had to choose for me it would be Alison.

The dream had been so fuckin’ vivid. I thought it really happened. So I’d looked up that shit on if the dead could visit dreams. Some theories said it to be true, others say it’s your imagination fooling you. Me, I decided to believe in the truth of it being possible. I’d heard stories of others having similar things happen to them.

Clearing my throat, I stare into Alison’s eyes and reach up to cup the side of her face with my palm. Alison closes her eyes, and I don’t miss the fact she sucks in a breath. “I promise to make sure you never want for anything. I also swear here and now that I will stay faithful to you, and I also won’t push you into anything you are not wanting.”

With that said, I step back, drop my hand from the side of her face and release her hand.

“Now, how about we go join the others for dinner. Tomorrow comes soon enough,” I mutter, trying to think of anything else than what the two of us could possibly do after the ceremony tomorrow.

“Yes, that would be a good idea. I’ve missed my sister and only just met my nephew,” she whispers.

“Why is this the first time you’ve met your nephew?” I knew the answer Dean had given me, but I wanted to hear what her reasons were.

“It’s foolish really, but I’d refused to come home until the two years were up. I felt if I came home, I wouldn’t want to go back and I knew my da didn’t want me to be here. I thought I wasn’t wanted without Bridget here as well. But I’ve come to realize over the past few weeks Da did not feel this way at all,” she murmurs, her cheeks turning a blush color from feeling embarrassed.

“Alison, that’s not a foolish reason. But if you’d talked to your father about this, he might explain this to you. I’ve heard myself what he