" Something you found blowing about in the storm?” “Aye. The heavens blew her right to me, they did.” “Sounds like a sign from above to me.” The woman tapped her wooden spoon on the edge of the iron pot she tended before replacing the lid. “I’ll send Ian out for the preacher. We’ll have the two of you married before the stew’s done cooking.” Married? Katie eyed the woman, relieved to see a glint of teasing in her eyes. “I’d be much obliged to you, Biddy.” Tavish’s tone of gratitude was far too overdone. “Though Miss Macauley, here, might object. "
― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)