McBride did, and his pranks, especially on English officers who were prats. When he was off duty though, whew.” Macaulay took on a faraway look, one that held fondness. His men respected him more than anybody, would do anything for him, would die for him. We were sent to parts of Africa that would make you wilt away. “But he goes off to a job every day, like a respectable gent.” “Is he wild?” Bertie asked, perplexed again. This has been a house of grief for a long time.” Macaulay shook his head. “Not since he lost his wife, you mean,” she said. well, in a long time.”īertie took a breath, trying to recover from the surprise. She’d been sure Macaulay had been about to blister her with an admonishment.
“Ye have to forgive him for it.”īertie blinked, her lips parting at this unexpected turn. “I don’t blame you, miss,” Macaulay said. He’d be more at home striding across sweeping hills, his kilt swinging, his hair ruffled by a wild Scottish wind. Macaulay kept his eye on her, the man looking out of place in this tame, manicured park.
Explaining what Sinclair had been doing would be much more delicate and somewhat embarrassing. “He weren’t kissing me-” Bertie broke off. Macaulay only watched her, daring her to deny she’d been in Sinclair’s embrace, which, of course, she couldn’t. McBride with you upstairs after his fancy supper night before last, a-kissing ye.”īertie’s face went scalding hot. “I won’t lie to ye, lass,” he said in his blunt way. Macaulay had been so silent the entire hour that when he cleared his throat, the sound rumbling up from the depths of his large body, it was as though a volcano had begun to bubble over in the quiet tranquility of the park.īertie jumped, but Macaulay only fixed a sharp gaze on her and began to speak. He kept his eagle eye on the kids as they played-Andrew running, Cat perched on the edge of a bench writing in the book again.
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