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Nice touch. I do have bonny knees.
Oh! You’re already him?
Aye. Until ye tell me otherwise.
And you have a scar across your face. Right cheek, over the nose, to left chin.
Across my face? Are ye married to that idea?
Definitely.
*sigh* Fine. A scar that hides my ruggedly masculine face. Age?
Let’s say 50.
Auch, a younger man.
Make that 55.
A feartie, are ye?
Feartie?
Ye would say “chicken.”
Not scared of them. Younger men just do nothing for me.
Then I am pleased to be 55…so I might do something for ye.
Funny. The witty part is already working.
Glad we kept it.
Later, Jocko the tall, handsome but scarred, kilted, witty Highlander.
Right, I’m awa’!
LOL
Jacob exhaled a heavy,rather noisy sigh of relief. He hadn’t scared her off then, with that wee bit of flirting, when he’d said he hopedto do something for her.For surely an AI wouldn’t be flirty unless you asked it to be.
And she hadn’t asked.
Thankfully, she hadn’t cut him off and blocked his number. He had to be more careful.
Smiling to himself, back in the office, his pleasant peace was interrupted when Vonnie stuck her head in the door. “Are ye aff yer heid?”
He’d been distracted the last two days. She could be referring to anything, so he had to ask. “Why?”
“Ye signed up forFacebook?”
His stomach sank. “I thought I might do a bit of marketing on my own, but I’ve reconsidered. I meant to put an end to it.”
“I’m just takin’ the piss. Keep the page. Maybe ye’ll find a lass that way. Some do. Ye never ken.”
When he was alone again, he opened up Facebook and started down the rabbit hole required to cancel a page. For all he knew, Cora Woodbrey was stalking the site like a shark, waitingfor him to dip a toe in the water. Besides, he’d already saved those five available photographs of Laira to his telephone. His reason for stalking the lass was gone.
What he’d accomplished thus far made him grin from one end of his imaginary scar to the other. She’d assigned him the role of Highlander.
