Page 42 of Priceless
She gasped. “Fawn over ye? Ye think a pathetic gift like that will make me fawn?” She gave him a dirty look from the side just before hurtling herself at him, landing on him with her arms around his neck and her feet dangling. After landing a peck on his cheek, she let go and pushed away from him. “A burden’s more like?—”
“Then maybe Lars?—”
“Bite yer tongue. I’ll take it.”
Lars hissed at her. “He’s not in the ground just yet,glaikit!”
“Now, now, bairns,” Jacob chided, heading for the doorway again. Laira would be texting Jocko any minute, and he had to hurry. “Dinnae fight or ye’ll go to bed without yer supper.”
“Ye havenae explained about the American!” Vonnie bellowed after him.
“Nothin’ to explain. Never set eyes on her until today. And I’m not fool enough to question my luck.”
Finally,his phone rattled.
Jocko, are you there?
Aye, lass. Always.
At least he wished it could be always. But Jacob knew this couldn’t go on forever.
I’m sitting in a footed tub full of bubbles.
Careful then. Don’t drop yer phone.
I won’t. I have a funky little tray across the top.
You promised to give me a report on the food.
Nothing naff about it.
Naff? Have ye taken on a Scottish persona yerself?
Just picking up a little lingo. I also learned the proper way to pronounce Edinburgh, and that crabbit means grumpy.
Well done.
I had a lovely day in Inverness.
Meet any more handsome Scotsmen?
No. Just the one.
His heart began performing gymnastics, and he didn’t mean to stop it.
Ye mean Jocko?
His name is Jacob.
So he’s not me anymore?
A close second.
I trust he treated ye well, then?
He did.
She went on to detail lunch and how daring she was to ask another human being to take her sightseeing.
