Page 76 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

“Mìos na meala?” he added glancing between us both. I had no idea what he said so I looked at Lachlan. They exchanged a few words in Gaelic and the man’s eyes never wavered from me.

The elder man pointed at me and said something else in Gaelic.

“He asked if we are on a honeymoon,” Lachlan translated before I could even ask. “And then he said you are beautiful.”

I looked at the elder man and answered smiling, “Thank you. I’m Eve.” I pointed to myself and added, “Eve.”

The humor of the situation didn’t go unnoticed. I was still sitting on Lachlan, straddling him, our bodies inches from each other and here we were having a conversation with the elder gentleman.

Lachlan said something else in Gaelic and William shook his head in agreement.

“Eve,” he answered making my simple name sound exotic in his accent.

He waved his hand to carry on with his walk and I pushed on Lachlan.

“We can’t have him walk alone,” I objected. “We should walk with him to ensure he gets home safely.”

“He won’t like that,” Lachlan told me but I ignored him and got up.

I didn’t have to walk fast to catch up to William because he walked very slow. Which made me wonder how long exactly did he watch Lachlan and myself make out under the oak tree.

Yeah, no more make out sessions outside!

“Hi again. We’ll walk with you,” I told the old man and I knew I sounded ridiculous talking to the man in English when he couldn’t understand me.

He nodded; although, I wasn’t sure why. Lachlan caught up with our stuff and spoke to William in Gaelic. I assumed he translated what I said.

William responded and glanced at me. Unsure of what was being told, I just smiled.

“That’s my grandfather.” Lachlan’s words reached me but for a moment, I stared between two men confused.

“Oh.” I didn’t expect that. “You call your grandfather by his first name?”

The old man took my hand, kissed it, and mumbled something in Gaelic. I smiled again although I had no idea what he said.

I glanced over to Lachlan for a translation and caught an odd expression on his face.

“What?” I asked him.

“Elderly Scotts are very superstitious,” Lachlan answered instead.

“What did he say?” I asked him, glancing between the two men. “You will have to teach me Gaelic so I can understand people.”

His grey eyes warmed up. “I’ll teach you Gaelic.”

I looked at his grandfather who was now watching us and waiting on us.

“So what did he say?” I asked him.

“He reminded me that McLaren’s hearts are given only once,” he replied.

I frowned, not understanding. I glanced at the man again, trying to decipher that message.

“Lachlan,” I retorted glancing back at my husband. “Why do I have a feeling that is not the only thing he said? Tell me,” I urged him.

“He told me to make sure to get rid of your ghosts before they get in the way.”

I stared at him dumbfounded.

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