“Since it seems we men are being ushered out of the room, I shall make a quick introduction. Finlay Primrose. ’Tis a pleasure to meet ye. I’m sure ye and my wife, Willamina, will get on splendidly.” A woman, heavily pregnant, pushed off the sofa she’d been sitting on and greeted her with a smile, her hands on her back.
“Dinna mind me. I am slow moving around.” She pointed to Finlay. “And this one willna let me do aught. I nearly had to beg to get him to agree to this trip.”
“Aye, what if the bairn comes?” he asked, concern creasing his brow.
“Then we visit a wee bit longer,” she answered with a laugh.
Finlay shook his head. “I’ll be with the others. Call me if ye need me.” He dropped his lips to hers. “I miss ye already.”
“Stop,” she said, but her voice was laced with laughter.
After the men had left the room, all eyes turned to Jocelyn, and she felt her cheeks flush. They pulled her onto the sofa where Willamina had been sitting, and was now once again, and they pulled chairs around to form a circle.
“We want all the details,” they all said at the same time.
