Love Beyond Belief (Book 7 of Morna’s Legacy Series) Read Online Free PDF

love with him by the end of the week. His arrival and total competence in the kitchen left me feeling ready to leave the job entirely guilt-free.  
    On the morning of my flight, with everything ready to go and loaded into the back of my car, I stopped in at Mr. Abbiati’s one last time before heading out. I expected him to be sad to see me go. Instead, he could hardly contain his readiness for me to leave.  
    “Go ahead, Sydney. Get out of here. You’ll be late.”
    Five hours remained until my flight time, and I only had an hour drive to the airport. Even if I lingered around for two more hours, I wasn’t likely to be late.  
    “No, I won’t be. I’m way ahead of schedule, and I’m never late.”  
    He laughed and clicked his teeth at me. “Oh, you just ruined it for yourself there. You’ll certainly be late now that you tested fate that way. Get on. Go.”
    I smiled and moved in to hug him.  
    “What’s the matter with you? I thought you’d be at least a little sad at my leaving.” I sounded rather juvenile I knew, but I wanted someone to miss me.  
    “Sydney. I’m worried that if you linger too long, you will talk yourself out of going, and that would be crazy. Do they know you’re coming?”
    I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t talk myself out of going, but after all these years, I understood why he thought that I might.  
    “Well, the email said to just stop by, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m all about spontaneity now.”
    He frowned at me and ushered me out of his house and into the street where my car sat running.  
    “You should call them just to let them know you’re on your way.”
    “Fine, I’ll call them during my layover in Paris.” I opened the driver’s side door and lowered myself into the car where I started to tell him goodbye, only to have him slam the door in my face mid-sentence, smiling and waving me on so that I would leave. I’d never felt so unwanted in my life.

    Cagair Castle

    Present Day

    “What are you doing back here so early?”
    Callum reached for an apple off the counter before turning to address Anne’s question. She stood at the other end of the island, covered in flour. She looked like she was about to scream—or maybe cry—he could never really tell with Anne.  
    “I’m not early. ’Tis nearly nightfall. All of us are back. I just doona have a wife or children wanting my attention, so I can ready myself for dinner more quickly than the others. Do ye need some help?”
    He didn’t know what he could do to assist her, but he knew that even he was likely more apt in the kitchen than Anne. He admired her determination, though. No matter how bad her meal was the night before, she always took another stab at feeding them the next night. He feared their clothes were beginning to hang off them more loosely.  
    “Well…” Right as she was about to answer him, the telephone on the opposite side of the kitchen rang.  
    Callum was only vaguely familiar with phones, and their noise made him jump every time. He’d never heard this phone ring once in all the months he’d been here.  
    Anne brushed her hands together to remove the flour and made her way over to the telephone.  
    “Well, that’s weird. I didn’t even know that worked. Give me just a second.”
    He nodded and pulled out one of the benches to take a seat, quietly listening in on the exchange.  
    “Hello, this is Anne.”
    A brief moment of silence followed as he watched her listening to the person on the other end.  
    “You what? You’re on your way here? Job? Ma’am, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Who is this?”
    Another moment of silence. As Morna walked into the kitchen through the entry at Callum’s left, he raised a finger to shush her and pulled out the seat next to him.  
    “Who is she talking to?”
    He shrugged and continued to watch Anne closely. She looked so flustered, and her eyes grew wider nearly every second.  
    “I doona