I'll stir up the fire in the stove in the tack room. If ye're committed to this folly, then ye'll be wanting somethin' to eat before ye return to the house."
Where the delectable Sophia was probably in the kitchen at this very moment, ruining his dinner. Despite his throbbing eye, Dougal reluctantly grinned. "You're right, I shall want my dinner first. And a bath."
"Which would be cold if ye got it in the houes, I suppose?"
"And filled with itcing powder, as well, if they think of it."
"I'm glad we'll be leavin' soon," Shelton said grumpily.

Author: Karen Hawkins