Wild Irish Rose Page 17

  Though he has always claimed to love me, this is not fair to him, I think. He needs to live his own life. Not baby sit me for Jason. Surely there is some woman out there that he can learn to love and marry, instead of watching over someone else’s wife.

  “You need to go back to the farm,” I tell Randy, at last. “This is no kind of life for you. I am not your wife. I am not even you sister. You have your own life to live.”

  “I won’t leave you on your own,” Randy insists. “If I go back to the farm, I am taking you with me, and then you are going to go back to Jason and admit to him that you love him,” Randy states boldly. My eyes widen at him. “You say you want to get away from the hurt. The hurt is that you love Jason and you just won’t admit it to yourself or anyone else. You are carrying his child, Rose. You said you were wanton with Jamie. Well Jamie is Jason. Face it, Rose. You just don’t want to admit to yourself how much you loved him then and love him now. Swallow your pride, or I will go to him and tell him about the child. It is better if you do it.”

  I cannot believe what Randy is saying, and yet, there is some truth to what he is saying. I have been torn all along, ever since I left Jason. He has already admitted his love for me. I just have to learn to forgive him.

  “All right,” I say after a long pause, and Randy smiles.

  “Tomorrow then,” he says, and pulls me into his arms. “I will take you home tomorrow.”

  The Buggy pulls up in front of the manor, and I see Jason coming down the front steps, a questioning look on his face. The footman opens the door and helps me out of the buggy, but Randy remains in the driver’s seat.

  Jason stands, watching me approach, and then his eyes light on my stomach, and I see him take in his breath. He takes a step forward, but then hesitates. “Are you home for good?” he asks, as I finally reach him.

  “Will you have me?” I ask.

  “You know I will,” he responds.

  “Then I forgive you, Jason,” I whisper.

  “Rose,” he breaths, as his hands reach out to grasp mine.

  “And I love you,” I murmur, as he pulls me closer to him.

  “You love me?” he asks as though he doesn’t believe me.

  “More than I realized,” I whisper.

  Jason reaches his hand out and touches my stomach. “Is it mine?” he asks.

  “Who’s else would it be, unless you want to blame it on Jamie,” I smile.

  “Come into the house, my darling,” he smiles. “I think we have some reacquainting to take care of. You are not going to leave me again, are you, my wild Irish rose?”

  “Never,” I respond, and when I say that, Jason bends his head and captures my lips, and I am carried away to a time when I thought I loved Jamie, and yet it was Jason I loved all along.

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