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I whipped my head to him with my mouth agape. “We were invited to a wedding?”
Fin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“My Laird!” The shout came from a short, husky man in a trim vest and pants. He had a long gray beard that stretched down to the middle of his broad chest, which was almost as broad as his smile. “What a pleasure to see you!”
Fin smiled as they shook hands. “The pleasure is all ours, Mr. Craig. I wished to see the beautiful bride.”
Craig puffed out his chest and grinned, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “And you won’t be disappointed, My Laird. My little Fiona has blossomed into a most beautiful girl, and I’ll sorely miss her company.”
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Fin sighed, but his humor remained as he led me down the street.
“Is Ella really your grandmother?” I asked him.
“On my mother’s side,” Fin confirmed with a slight nod. “I would visit her often when in town.”
“And test the limits of her patience,” I teased.
His eyes sparkled. “I was an apt pupil in that study.”
“I’m sure,” I mused as we passed the many rustic and quaint homes. “So what does ‘wanty bolt’ mean?”
“In the old tongue it means ‘go away,’” Fin explained with a bit of a laugh in his words. “Nana often lapses into the old way of speaking when she’s excited.”
“She really didn’t have to go to all that trouble,” I insisted.
He shook his head. “She enjoys a challenge, even small ones, and you won’t find a better seamstress in the whole of the isles.”
Morbid curiosity made me look forward to the boat ride, and we met the skipper in the garden outside the quaint cottage.
“Do you have your reply, my laird?” he asked of the island’s owner.
Fin smiled and tapped his temple with a finger. “I do, Captain, but I’ll be sending it over myself. Have you room enough for two castaways in search of a clothing shop?”
The captain wrinkled his nose. “The room, aye, but the clothing-” He paused and shook his head. “You won’t find anything good in these parts, my laird.”
Rather than show disappointment, Fin laughed. “Glad to hear it. Now if you’ll take us ashore we’ll see what we can find.”
A dark shadow passed over the captain’s brow before he turned away, his shoulders stiff and a twitch to his nose. “Aye, my laird. . .”
“I don’t want to be too much trouble,” I whispered to him as we followed the salty sailor down to the landing.
He shook his head. “No trouble at all. There’s a clothing shop just in town.”
I looked from the ragged back of the captain’s coat to the laird. “But the captain just said-”