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Elsie nodded.
“Is she mean? She’s never smiling at the media. I saw her at a book signing for Jackson James. I was waiting in line to get him to sign my book, and she was watching everyone.”
Gabby laughed.
“A lot of women try to poach her man. She’s actually incredibly nice, and kind. She’s letting me work remotely instead of quitting my job.”
They kept going.
They were all so curious about the woman who was marrying their brother, and her co-workers.
“Do you know Jackson James?” Maisie asked.
Oh, well, she got this one a lot.
“We don’t call him that, but yeah, I know him. He’s a really sweet guy.”
Maisie fanned herself. He was dreamy, and she loved his books. It was all that hair.
“I told my husband, that there is only one man I’d run him over to get to, and it’s him.”
She was amused.
A lot of women felt that way, and then, they ran into Elizabeth, and that didn’t end well for them.
“Well, then, refer to the last question about his wife. She’s really good with a gun and her fist.”
That was all she had to say.
Maisie giggled.
“If I gave you my copies of his books, when you go home to pack, could you get them signed for me?” she asked, hopefully. “I’d kill just to have him sign them. I couldn’t imagine talking to him.”
Oh, well, she could surprise the woman.
Pulling out her phone, she texted Callen. When she did, she got an answer right back.
“What are ya doing, Lass?” Maisie asked.
When her phone rang, she saw it was Director Whitefox, and she answered the video call.
“Hey!” she said.
When he got her text, Callen wanted to be friendly and nice, since they were going to be visiting the castle and town. They’d need to assimilate.
Why not start now?
“Turn me around, Gabby, and point me at the fan,” he said, knowing that this woman was trying to cement herself into a new family, so he’d help her out.
When she did, they could see him.
“Now, which one of these beautiful women is the fair Maisie?” he asked.
The woman stared wide-eyed and shocked as shit that Gabby could just call the man on a whim.
He pointed at Fiona.
“It has to be her. So lovely and like the fields in Scotland.”
