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“Temper?” Jacob took another deep breath to keep from jumping out of his chair and shaking them all silly. “I’ve never shown a temper!”
The eye rolls proved him a liar.
He closed his own eyes and prayed for patience. If they thought they could bully him into spilling his guts, they thought wrong. “I apologize if?—”
“If?”
“I apologize for my short temper. It willnae happen again.”
Vonnie’s eyes narrowed. “And why is that? How do ye know?”
If he wasn’t careful, she’d trick everything out of him. “Because I will be more mindful.”
They all looked doubtful, but Jacob knew he wouldn’t need to be testy anymore. On Thursday, he’d be happy as a dog with two tails. But his well-meaning team had their own theories, and shouted them out.
“Because he’s already sold the pub!”
“I havenae sold the pub?—”
“Maybe we can save it with one of those Go Fund Me pages.”
“It worked in that movie?—”
“Maybe he’s goin’ to start therapy!”
“Aye! Anger management, is it?”
“Nay. He’s happy now that his horse has come in.”
“I’m not gamblin’!” His arse came out of the chair, no stopping it. “I’m in love, damn ye!”
When the staff found their tongues again, all he heard were variations on the eff word. He shook his head and headed for the stairs, then thought better of it and marched for the door. Before stepping outside, he paused.
“The first one to invoke Widow Woodbrey’s name loses their job.” He then struck out for the islands once again—a place where he could pace and snort and curse with no one to pester him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I wish you could have met me at the airport.
I’m with ye, lass. Right there in yer pocket. Anyone gives ye grief, ye tell them to feck off. Standard operating procedure here.
What do you mean, here? You’re here?
Aye. In yer pocket, as I said.
Okay, fine. But it’s not the same.
Dinnae fash, woman. We’ll find a braw Scotsman to hold yer hand. Would ye like that?
You know any more of those ghosts, like Brodie?
None that arenae already taken.
Funny.
Dinnae fash. We Scots are famous for hospitality. Let us do what we do best, and it’ll be grand. Are ye through customs yet?
No.
