Page 70 of The Highlander's Irish Bride

“He’s just a little lonely.”

“He can be lonely with someone else for a change.” He flashed a sly smile at Kathleen. “Like—”

Jeannie jumped to her feet, her cheeks flushed. “I think he’s splendid, and I intend to tell him just that. In fact, I’m going to ask him for a drive around Lochnagar. Maybe I could send him a note tomorrow.”

“That was very nice of him to offer, dear,” Kathleen said. “But perhaps we could settle in a bit before imposing ourselves on Mr. Brown. He is, after all, a busy man.”

Jeannie whipped around to glare at her. “He already said he had time. Why are you being so mean about him?”

Kathleen held up her hands. “I’m not being mean, but we just met the man. Not to mention we just got robbed, and I’m sure—”

“I don’t care about any of that,” Jeannie exclaimed. “And I don’t care what anyone says. I think Mr. Brown is wonderful.”

“Yes, dearest, but—”

Jeannie stalked from the room.

“Our Miss Jeannie is obviously a feisty lass,” Graeme wryly said.

Kathleen sighed. “Sorry. She’s not usually this . . .”

“Fashed?” he supplied.

“I suppose that’s as good a word as any. Again, I apologize for her behavior. How dreadful that we’ve both been foisted on you.”

“Nonsense,” Sabrina said. “We’re thrilled that you’re here.”

“Jeannie’s a grand little lass,” Grant said to Kathleen. “She had a proper fright today, so she’s unsettled. She’ll get over it soon.”

“I hope she gets over the vicar soon,” Kathleen gloomily replied.

“Well, at least she’s over our Kade,” Angus said.

Graeme lifted an eyebrow. “Do I even want to know?”

“Definitely not,” Kathleen said.

Sabrina smiled. “We’ll get Jeannie sorted. Right now, it’s time to meet Master Angus Musgrave Kendrick, better known as Gus.”

Kathleen mustered a smile. “I would be delighted, of course.”

“Would you like to hold him?” Sabrina asked, bringing him over.

“Oh, best not,” Kathleen hastily said. “He’s still crying.”

“He’ll do that anyway,” Graeme said. “You should probably get used to it.”

“Still, ah—”

When Sabrina plopped the baby in Kathleen’s arms, she had no choice but to take him.

Her cousin arranged Kathleen’s left arm. “Just shift a bit to support his little head.”

She carefully made the adjustment. “I’m not very good with babies, Sabrina.”

“You’re doing fine. Just rock him.”

She awkwardly rocked the baby, clutching him tightly. No matter how windy or loud he got, she wouldnotdrop him.

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