Page 168 of The Valiant Knight
That was for sure.
“We’ll figure it out,” Finn said. “Tomorrow, we’re going into town, and we’ll see what we can find out. If there’s one thing this village is good at, it’s gossiping. We can take a visit to a pub and see if any of the old-timers know any of the gossip.”
That worked for her.
“For now, though, let’s eat so I can think about how I’m going to keep you safe, Gabby. If this is a vengeful, male spirit,like you think it is, you seem to be the focus. Back then, maybe it was Ceit, but now…it’s you.”
She was aware.
Together, they headed back toward the kitchen. When they got there, Graham was gone, but he left a note on the counter.
Honestly, he was the smartest one out of all of them. They were going to sleep in this chaos tonight.
Jaysus.
They needed to be institutionalized.
‘Gone out. I’ll be back tonight.
—G.’
At the island, the food was laid out, and they were all hungry.
Sitting on one side, they began serving food. Gabby put potatoes and turnips on Finn’s plate, and he gave her and Tony lamb.
Then, they began eating.
Gabby had the overwhelming need to talk to Tony, and get a solution for another pressing problem in her life. Only, this one hadNOTHINGto do with a ghost.
It was more about her ghosting Elizabeth’s team.
“So, Tony, I have a problem.”
At her words, he looked over, and wasn’t sure what the problem would be. They seemed to have a few while they were here.
All supernatural too.
“With what?” he asked.
She went there.
“I’m not returning home with you. I’ve decided to stay here and live in Scotland.”
That hung there.
Honestly, she expected Tony to try to talk her out of it. It was so off the cuff that she wouldn’t blame him.
Instead, he looked at Finn.
The man was saying nothing. That told him all he had to know. He knew exactly why Gabby was staying.
“My God, woman. Make him put on a kilt at least. He should have to work for it.”
Gabby was so relieved that her friend didn’t try to talk her out of it, that she laughed.
Finn wasn’t sure he was joking or not. He had a few kilts. Every Scotsman did. If keeping Gabby meant wearing one around, well, he’d do it.
“Is that a thing?” he asked. “I can put one on if that gets you to want to sit in my lap.”
