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Mary Janes from her bag and slipped them on. Just to be safe, she grabbed her wellies, too. From the front, she retrieved her messenger bag with a stack of contracts for her potential bachelors. It was time to get down to business and close the deal.
    But a sinking feeling came over her. Intuition told her that Ramsay’s little chat with the sheep farmer wasn’t only a few questions about his livestock and their habits. Ramsay was up to something. And that
something
felt like a sheep load of no-good.
    *   *   *
    Ramsay glanced back at Kit, wondering if she was watching while he sabotaged her plans. Her eyes widened, and even from this distance, he could see the worry spreadacross her face, kind of like the sheep crap that had taken over her shoes.
    He turned back around and gave McGillivray an earful. “As I was saying, you don’t need the matchmaker’s services, now, do ye?”
    â€œWell—”
    â€œIf ye’re after a wifey, why take on an American shrew? Wouldn’t a pretty little Scottish lass do just as well to tell you what to wear, what to say, and how to act every waking hour of the day?” Ramsay motioned to the expanse of his home. “A Scottish lass could do a right fine job of nagging ye from one end of the castle to the other.”
    McGillivray stopped and peered up at him with a perplexed look on his face. “When Ms. Woodhouse contacted me she said an upper-class American woman would be good for Here Again Farm, give our brand an international appeal.” The man dropped his gaze. “And I thought it would be grand to have a woman at the dinner table to share my meals and a warm body in my bed to share the nights.”
    Ramsay patted his shoulder. “Och, ye don’t need an American woman to help ye with your business. Look at what ye’ve done all on yere own.” He gestured once again at the grandeur of the house. “Ye’re doing a fine job. Besides, I say it’s best to get another dog for the dining room and a warm quilt for the bed than to take on a wife.” He felt victorious as he saw McGillivray cave under his argument.
    â€œAye, ye’re right. I don’t have the time or the inclination to have a woman tell me what to do.”
    Ramsay pounded him on the back. “Good man. It’sbest to make up yere mind before she tries to talk you out of it.”
    The door to the SUV slammed. Ramsay turned around and shot Miss Matchmaker a genuine smile.
    One down.
    The rest of the bachelors to go.

Chapter Four
    K it sat across from the sheep farmer, wondering if she’d lost her touch. No amount of persuasive argument or reason could convince Ewan to sign her contract.
    â€œI’m sorry, lassie. I shouldn’t have said you could come. I’m not in a mind to take a wife at the present.” McGillivray glanced over at Ramsay.
    Her chauffeur gave her an
oh, that’s too bad
look.
    She didn’t believe his bullshit expression, not for a second.
Rascal. Cad.
    â€œMay I get you another biscuit?” McGillivray said. “Ye’re such a bonny lass.” His cheeks turned red. “I know what ye said before, but I might reconsider my position on marriage if ye were to fix me up with yereself.”
    Ramsay stood abruptly. “We better get on the road.” He reached down, took Kit’s hand, and hoisted her to her feet.
    Before she knew what was going on, he was ushering her toward the exit.
    He opened one of the huge front doors and shoved her through while talking over his shoulder. “We’ve a long stretch of road ahead of us tonight.”
    It was a good thing she had her messenger bag loopedaround her arm or it might’ve been left behind. As it was she didn’t get a chance to tell Ewan goodbye. Ramsay had her in the SUV before she found her voice.
    She glared over at him. “What was that all about?”
    â€œYou’re looking haggard. I thought we