"Wes wintered with us that year," Sorcha continued, oblivious to the turmoil in Jocelynn's heart. "The snows closed the mountain passes, and he couldn't leave, but I don't think he wanted to. He and my father worked together to redesign everything from the ramps for hauling stone to the scaffolding to brace it, and I..." Sorcha's voice trailed off slightly as she paused, and the blush across her strong cheeks deepened.
"I took over the duties my father couldn't do anymore," she said, as though running a village full of rough quarrymen was work any daughter could just step in and do. "The schedules, the supply counts, the negotiations with the timber merchants for pit props. Wes and I spent most of that winter working side by side, and by spring..."
"By spring, you were in love," Charlotte said softly, as if she were narrating the ending of one of her favorite books.
