““He dismounted first then helped her mother down, even kissing her cheek once his wife was on level ground. “There you are, beautiful.” Her mother reddened and stole a kiss in return. After twenty years of marriage, they still giggled and blushed at each another like newlyweds. It was the kind of relationship Sorcha wanted one day—true love and happiness, a man who treated her as an equal and a beloved bride. Sorcha sighed and””