Page 269 of The Valiant Knight
“We’re not practicing safe sex,” he stated, not that it was any of her business. “She wants a family, and so do I, so I’d rather not play that game with Fiona.”
She laughed.
“Good plan, Finn.”
When the ring was packaged up, she warned him again as she held onto it.
“I’m to walk you to your house,” she admitted. “Our mother and our sisters are on their way there.”
He lifted a brow.
“I was told to box your ears if you tried to fight me on it. Oh, and I’ll do it too.”
Honestly, he believed Gabby could hold up under the scrutiny. She’d handled Rosie just fine.
“Well, then, get your things, Catty. I want to go make sure my woman is okay. You guys can be a bit much.”
She snorted.
“Well, you should talk. It’s day two, and you’re getting a ring. Someone likes drama.”
No.
He hated drama.
He loved an American, and didn’t want to let her go.
There was a big difference.
And he knew it.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
Fineas McKnight’s
Home
Thursday Afternoon
Gabby had set herself up at his kitchen island.
The whole time, she was enjoying the smell of heather from the flowers he bought her. Someone was going to have a really amazing life in Scotland, and that someone wasHER.
As she worked, and found her way into the church’s ancestry database, she was doing a deep search.
What she found was interesting.
The historical records had Duncan Granndach listed as a Lord, his title given to him by the king. In those pages, she found a bunch of names, but one stood out.
Ciarán Begbie.
She found him.
Sending the pages to herself, she’d print them out later at the castle and put them with the book so whoever worked on this mystery would have a trail—much like Ian had left for them.
Scrolling, she found a picture of him. It was a painting, and she realized something.
What she thought was a painting of Duncan’s son wasn’t. It was actually Ciarán Begbie. They saw his face already in that one particular painting.
