“Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.”
“Oh so i was right last night then. Unlike me, she has your love.”
“Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it?”
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”
“Caelen?” “Aye, lass?” “You were right.” “What was I right about?”“Kissing. ’Tis a most wondrous thing.” She could sense his smile.”
“If you lived today as if it were your last, you'd buy up a box of rockets and fire them all off, wouldn't you?”