He is absolutely devoted to her. Not in a puppylove, lap-dog, I’ll-follow-you-anywhere sort of way. He loves her without possessing her and expects the same in return. Always his own man, he is strong, opinionated and fiercely passionate. Of Scottish descent, he is a real Highlander.

Somewhat taller than she, he is a handsome man with broad shoulders and a powerful build. His hair is an unruly mass of glossy, black curls. Framing his deep brown eyes, his dark, bushy brows have several wild curly hairs giving him a devilish Jack Nicholson kind of look. Sparkling eyes that are at once piercing, then gentle, the skin around them etched generously with laugh lines. His full lips protrude from under his thick moustache and a sensuous wee dimple punctuates his strong Celtic chin.

He always says exactly what he thinks and makes no bones about it. He can be stubborn at times but at least she always knows where she stands with him. He is never cruel or short with her. In fact, he seems to have the uncanny ability to sense when all is not well with her and has her talking about it and feeling better even before she realizes something is wrong.

I saw him watching her once, as she sat chatting with her girlfriends. A slight, mischievous smile on his lips and a knowing gleam in his eye, I could tell that he was appreciating everything about her. He drank in the very sight of her, oblivious to the allure of her attractive company.

Only she exists for him, and she basks in his love.