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needed that first letter from you. But it never came.”
    Skye’s eyes narrowed. Creases formed across her brow. “Mother…she encouraged me to write to you, and then offered to post my letters. She even extended her shoulder to cry on when the mail box remained empty. I trusted her…”
    Was that woman so malicious? Callum squeezed Skye’s hand.
    She returned the gesture. “When I speak to her again, I will confront her on this. If I ever speak to her again. I promise, Callum, I did write.”
    He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. He didn’t want to think about Rita Robinson and all she’d stolen from them. Skye had written, that’s the only thing that mattered.
    “I believe you.” Callum wanted to take her in his arms and make up for sixteen years of lost kisses. Easing out of his seat, he leaned across the table and slid his hand up her arm until it was lost beneath her auburn tresses. He drew her head closer until they were inches apart, her breath warm against his cheek, her lips beckoning.
    “Callum.” Tavish’s voice broke the moment. Of all the times for his brother to intrude.
    Callum released his hold on Skye and sank back into his chair.
    “Ah’m sorry, bit Da’s lookin’ fur yi. The guys it the bar want yi tae gie ’em a wee chant agin.” Tavish turned to Skye and grinned. “An who’s this guid lookin’ bit oh gear?” He glanced at Callum. “Who’s yir bonnie freen, big brither?” Tavish stuck out his hand to Skye and winked. “Hiya. Ah’m Tavish, byraway.”
    Callum couldn’t believe it. His little brother was hitting on her.
    “Tavish, don’t you recognize who this is?”
    Skye laughed and took Tavish’s hand. “Hello, Tavish. Looks like you don’t remember me. It’s only been sixteen years.”
    Only? It’s been a lifetime.
    Tavish snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Ahm ah blotto oot ma heid? Skye Hunter. Whit yi daein here in Glesca?”
    Callum could tell by the frown on Skye’s face that she struggled to understand Tavish, so he answered on her behalf. “Skye’s performing in the opera at the Armadillo. She’s the Phantom of the Opera’s leading lady. The prima donna.”
    Skye touched Callum’s arm. Her hand lingered. “The Armadillo?”
    He laughed. “It’s what we’ve nicknamed the Auditorium. You’re clever enough to figure out why.”
    “It does look rather like one. But armor-plated creatures aside…you’re into opera? I’m surprised.”
    “Yi dinnae knaw the half—”
    “Tavish!” Callum glared at his brother then turned his attention back to Skye. “What do you say we go and say hello to my ma and da?” Callum grabbed Skye’s hand and stood. He nudged Tavish aside. He’d have to talk to his family. He should be the one to tell Skye everything about his life. When the time was right.
    “Why dinnae yi let hur dae a turn wi yi an yir guitar? Surprise Maw an Da?”
    There went spending the evening getting to know her again. But, she was here for a few months. There’d be other opportunities to find out all that she’d done with her life. So why not? He’d love to have her up there singing with him. “What do you say, Skye?”
    She gave Callum a blank look. Seemed he’d have to play interpreter for some time.
    He tipped his head to where his guitar stood on its stand. “You want to do a few songs with me? It’ll be like the old days.” Or would it? He sang pub songs. She sang opera. Unease wrapped its fingers around his heart and squeezed. He chewed the side of his mouth. What if they sounded awful together now?
    ~*~
    Sore throat aside, she wouldn’t miss this. “I’d love to.” Skye brushed her hand across his cheek, attempting to allay his apparent fears. “Don’t worry, Callum, I’ll put away my opera voice. It will be just like the old days.”
    His dark eyes bored into hers, the spark undeniable. Was it possible they could rekindle what they’d lost? In an ebb and flow of emotions, his somber expression