That might be as far as they get on this mystery, but she could keep working on it later.
Why?
She was moving here.
When Finn was at work, she could have a side mission when Elizabeth didn’t have a case.
This was working out perfectly.
“You’re right. It’s a good thing I’m marrying you and moving here. What we don’t get done by the time we fly back, I can pick up later.”
That she could.
“Absolutely, mo ghràdh. Graham is going to need someone to check on him. I don’t know if that castle is a good thing for him alone.”
She knew what he meant.
“As for online research, I can go back to the castle, and go into the archives that way,” she admitted. “I just need some time and a computer.”
For some reason, he didn’t want to go back there yet. They had planned on spending time together, and he really wanted to do that. Plus, he really wanted to keep her out of that mess all day today.
So, he improvised.
“We can swing by my office, and get my work laptop,” he offered. “I have a work computer. You can use that, and we can head to my place. I need to get things for the rest of the time that I’m at the castle anyway.”
She didn’t mind that.
“Okay.”
He warned her though.
“Can you be careful of what is left in the search history? It’s a work computer.”
She stared at him like he’d lost his damn mind.
Because, clearly, he had.
“Finn, I can delete information half a world away. I think I can preserve the sanctity of your search history when you Google‘what poison smells like almonds’?”
He laughed.
“When you say it that way, I sound ridiculous, and for the record, it’s cyanide.”
She let that go.
He was too much.
Together, they started walking, and he held her hand the entire time.
“Thank you for handling the Rosie situation, and for not getting up and walking out on me. Any other woman would have believed that I was still in a relationship with her, especially since we’re only two days into this.”
She shrugged.
“Oh, I was going to walk away,” she admitted.
He was surprised.
“Oh.”