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should get ye to the inn to get yere rest.”
    Bullshit.
“I think if I’d had more time with McGillivray, I could’ve convinced him.”
    â€œLass, he wasn’t interested in looking at the pretty pictures of the American girls in yere briefcase.” With disgust, he glanced down at her messenger bag as if it offended him. “The only briefs he was interested in are the ones under yere dress.”
    â€œHa. Ha. Very clever of you. Well, don’t do that again. Next time, we’ll leave when I say we leave, and not a moment before.”
    â€œWhatever ye say,
boss
.” He gave her a cocky grin.
    She rolled her eyes. This man was a handful. It would take a Herculean effort on some woman’s part to tame this one. Certainly no one in her database would be up to the task.
    She dropped her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes. “Mind the potholes. I’m going to rest for a minute.”
    But after a few moments of near whiplash, she gave up. She saw that he’d negotiated the SUV onto a road that was little more than a dirt track with grass down the middle.
    â€œI hope you know where you’re going.”
    â€œAye.”
    She turned toward him, keeping her head lying on the headrest. “Entertain me. Tell me a story about yourself. Preferably an embarrassing one.”
    â€œThere’s too many to pick from,” he deadpanned.
    â€œGive it a try,” she insisted.
    â€œOkay. But I’m only going to tell you this because I’m confident in my manhood.”
    She glanced at him and smiled. He had every right to be confident. He was big and imposing. The only problem she saw with him was that he was never serious.
Never
.
    â€œIt’s about my mother, Grace. She always wanted a girl. You know, a lass to dress up and fuss over.” He paused for a second. “Mind now, that this happened when I was a wee lad, younger than my nephew, Dand, is now.”
    â€œCome on, you’re hedging.”
    â€œAs I said, I was a wee one, four or five years old. It was Mothering Sunday and John and Ross decided the best gift they could give Ma was to find her a girl. At least for the day.”
    â€œNo.” Kit already saw the end of the story.
    â€œRoss borrowed a pink frilly dress from Pippa—ye haven’t met her yet, but she’s like one of the family. Besides Ross scrounging up the dress, John got ahold of Ma’s makeup and pearls.”
    Kit was all-out laughing now.
    â€œThey dressed me up bonny and presented me to Ma with her tea.” Ramsay shrugged. “It’s what my mum wanted more than anything else in the world.”
    â€œAnd then what happened?”
    â€œDa came home. He yelled the roof off the cottage. Sent me in the other room to change. John and Ross were stuck doing dishes for a month. My mother laughed for years that I had been pretty in pink—the prettiest daughter she’d ever had.”
    Kit wiped tears from her eyes, unable to imagine Ramsay in a dress now. But how sweet it was that Ramsay, thetough little boy, would go along with such a thing because he loved his mother so much.
    Straight-faced, Kit said, “You are kind of pretty.”
    â€œHandsome,” he corrected with a grin. “Ruggedly handsome.”
    She agreed with him, but she wouldn’t say it out loud. His ego was already too big for the SUV.
    â€œSo where are your parents now? Gandiegow?”
    â€œDa passed three years ago.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” she said, feeling bad for asking.
    â€œHis heart gave out.”
    â€œYour mother?” Kit prayed she was well.
    â€œMa is in Glasgow with her sister. My aunt Glynnis has been sick and Ma moved in to care for her.”
    â€œDoes your mother get back often?”
    â€œWe go and see her once a month. To take Dand.”
    Kit thought about her own family, how she’d left them for long periods of time to set up her business in Alaska. And