“I’ll bet.”
“Then again, I’d known her for years, so she’d been here before.”
“Right.”
“But yes, if it had ever gotten to that point, though it never would have, she would have been ousted because she’s an avaricious, privileged bitch who would want everything to herself, including me evicting my sisters.”
“She sure would,” I agreed.
“Hamish, however, is madly in love with Tempie. She doesn’t give anything away, but they’ve been together for over a year, and I know my sister. She wouldn’t invest that time if her heart wasn’t in it. And he’s an outdoorsman. He’d love The Downs.”
“Hamish?”
“Yes.”
“Please tell me he’s Scottish.”
“I don’t know if I’ve met a more Scottish Scotsman.”
I hoped I got to meet him.
And when I did, I hoped I understood him when he talked. A pronounced Scottish burr was practically indecipherable to me.
Though indecipherable, it was invariably hot.
“She’s going to lose him if she doesn’t quit fucking him about,” Battle stated. “He’s not a man who’d put up with that for long, even from a woman he loves. Maybe especially.”
Shit.
“Maybe, have a word with her?” I suggested.
He looked to me and raised his brows.
“Are you saying you want me to?” I bleated in panic.
That made two Talyns putting the lean on me to interfere in Tempie’s life.
I dug her, she was awesome, but the only reason she didn’t scare the pants off me was because she liked me too.
“Fuck no,” he replied to my deepest depths of gratitude. “No one tells Tempie what to do.”
“You order her around all the time.”
“She ignores me most of that time.”
This was true.
“She’s sticking close to home, and him out in the cold, for Chassie,” I deduced.
“She is.”
Shit again.
“Chassie heard her talking to him yesterday, and apparently, he’s pissed she went to London without seeing him.”
“You and I have had one day and two nights in my bed, and two weeks of teasing, and if you came to London for even an hour without seeing me, I’d be pissed at you.”
Wow.
