“That was for being so damn stupid!”
Eachann swore, then jumped to his feet too swiftly for someone of his size. He held his hands up in front of him. “I’m not going fight with you, Calum.”
“Good.” Calum hit him again anyway. Harder than before. “That one was for Amy.”
“Goddammit! I didn’t shoot her!”
“No, you just kidnapped her.”
Eachann lay there longer this time. He wiped the blood from his lip and scowled down at his hand.
“Get up so I can hit you again.”
Georgina gripped the window ledge tightly and leaned out. “Calum! Please, wait!”
Both men looked up at her.
“Can I be next?”
Eachann glared up at her with narrowed eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. He stood again, wiping his lip.
But he only got as far as his feet.
Calum used his left fist this time.
Ouch!Georgina flinched. She’d bet that onereallyhurt. He’d hit him with an uppercut right to the jaw.
Eachann didn’t get up at all.
“Never mind!” she called down to Calum. “You’re doing just fine.” She closed the window with a firm and satisfied snap, then went back to sit with Amy.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Providence always makes it a point to find out what
you are after, so as to see that you don’t get it.
—Mark Twain
Kirsty couldn’t hear through the door. She blamed her great-great-grandfather. He had built doors all through the house that were way too thick. If the doors had been this solid at Harrington Hall, she would have never heard anything.
How was she going to learn what her father wanted if she couldn’t spy on him? It was vexatious—another spelling word. Worse yet, there was no keyhole to spy through.
Who had ever heard of a door with no keyhole?
Finally she cupped her hand in the shape of a moonsnail and then pressed itandher ear against the door. If she listened really hard she thought she could hear Uncle Calum’s voice. The voice faded and she turned her head and tried the other ear.
“Och! Tis that a nosy little beastie I see with her ear pressed to the door?”
Kirsty shot up faster than Graham could spit. “Fergus!”
He lifted her high above him. “What’s this here? I caught myself a brownie sneaking around to steal a body’s dreams.”
“Everyone knows that brownies don’t steal dreams.”
“They dinna?”
“No.” She brought her face really close to his. She raised her fingers like claws and wiggled them in between their noses. “Brownies sneak into your bed at night and put warts on your nose.”
