Page 22 of A Flower for Angus

Angus raised his voice. “Ye and I need to have a talk, lad!” He grinned down at Macy’s pink face with a knowing glance, his own pulse picking up a pace.

“Ignore him, Ben. Where do ye want to meet?” Dorothy talked into the phone, holding her hand up as if shutting out something annoying.

Macy giggled at Dorothy’s antics.

Dorothy put her hand over the phone. “Dad, can ye drop me off at the Victorian Market to meet Ben? He decided he wanted a break and came to town. I’ll ride home with him.”

Jumping at the chance to be alone with Macy, Angus nodded. “Be there in five minutes.”

There weren’t very many women in his life who had made his pulse race. The lass from Dublin, his Rosie, and now Macy. Without a doubt, he was attracted to Macy, even if she didn’t have a flower name, and had been like a prickly pear since she’d arrived. It appeared she might just have a good reason. He couldn’t help but wonder what that was? He was sure it wasn’t criminal, but if it was, where did that leave him? If it was criminal, he was still sure there was a very good reason.

Instinctively, he caught her hand and squeezed it. He was delighted when she didn’t jerk away from him. Criminal or not, he was very interested in the bonnie wee lass.

Chapter 6

Macy tried to pullher hand discreetly from Angus’s big warm palm, but he refused to let her go. In just minutes they pulled up at an entrance to the Victorian Market. A handsome young man in jeans and a light blue polo moved eagerly towards the truck. The family resemblance was obvious.

“Ben,” Dorothy squealed, opening the door and dropping into strong arms that hugged her close.

“We need to talk, Ben,” Angus shot his son a knowing grin, his hand finally releasing Macy’s to waggle a finger at his precocious daughter-in-law.

“Hasn’t she been behaving herself?” Ben asked with a stern look at his wife.

“Of course, I have,” Dorothy replied gaily. “Ben, this is Macy. I don’t think ye’ve met her yet, have ye?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet ye, Macy,” Ben replied with an easy charm like his father.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, and your wife is lovely, Ben. Don’t believe anything your dad says about her,” Macy replied, throwing Dorothy a conspiratorial wink.

“The lassies are gangin’ up on me, lad,” Angus complained.

Ben chuckled. “Aye, I can see that.”

“Ben, grab my bags out of the back, please, yer dad’s blocking traffic,” Dorothy intervened.

“Ye just don’t want yer shortcomin’s made known,” Angus teased.

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