The man rolled his eyes. “She should look where?—”
“Callan, put him down.” Daisy frowned at him. “I’m fine. It doesn’t matter. Let me deal with it.”
But it did. It mattered a great deal. He shook the wee man, whose eyes had gone wide, his face as red as his tiny shorts.
“Alright, already. Geez, no need to get all physical.”
Daisy narrowed her eyes at the little man. “Can we go now?”
Callan ignored the anger in her voice and kept his gaze on the man. “You will apologize to the lass.”
Whatever he saw on Callan’s face made the man gulp. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.” He looked at Callan. “Happy?”
He put the man down and watched until he was out of sight. When he turned around, Daisy was frowning up at him.
“I told you I could deal with it.” Daisy brushed herself off. “I didn’t need your help.”
“I will nae let anyone harm ye.”
She had dressed in a pair of the shorts she liked that showed off her long golden legs. They were a faded blue, called cutoffs. Her shirt said she was abooktrovert. He knew not this word, and she had braided her hair down her back, showing off her delicate, unblemished face.
Daisy stomped off. “I don’t need a man to protect me. I can take care of myself.”
Callan caught up with her. “I meant no offense, lass.”
“Whatever.” Daisy took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to help.”
Callan opened his mouth to argue, but she held up a hand.
“Let’s enjoy the day.”
He needed this woman to aid him so he would shut his mouth. For now. “Where are we?”
“We’re on the Freedom Trail. A two-and-a-half-mile trail that goes through downtown Boston. We’ll be able to see sixteen historical sites. It’s a terrific way to see the city and learn about the history of Boston.”
Her face softened.
“Maybe it will jog your memory and help you remember where you live?”
She had left the dog behind, saying someone would take Frankie for a walk while they were gone.
“Mayhap.” He wished to tell her the truth, that he was from 1311, that he had traveled through time, but Callan did not think she would believe him.
He saw a sign and pointed. “Is this the trail?”
Daisy nodded. “It starts in the Boston Common and goes all the way to the Bunker Hill Monument. It’s a beautiful day, so I thought we’d walk the whole thing.”
“Aye, I would enjoy a walk in the sun with ye.”
She turned pink as she pointed out a man juggling.
They walked along, Callan taking everything in as Daisy chattered about anything and everything.
“Are you listening to me?”
He glanced at her, a sheepish look on his face. “Nay, what did ye say?”
She rolled her eyes. “I said we’re almost to the Paul Revere House.”
