Her mother hugged her, looking at her quizzically. Less discreet than his wife, her father commented boldly, “Ye’re different this morning, Mairead. Ye have been so tense of late, and now ye seem, well, peaceful. What happened?” “Nothing happened, Da.” Still as bashful as ever, a hot blush rose in her cheeks. “I don’t think I have ever seen ye like this. Laird Matheson, what did ye say to my wee daughter last night to bring about this change?” “Da!” she admonished, while glancing quickly at Tadhg whose eyes danced with mirth. He simply shrugged, saying, “We just had a wee chat is all. She is the same lovely lass ye arrived with last night, Laird MacKenzie.” “Well, some miracle happened, but frankly, Mairead, as long as ye have stopped scowling at me, I don’t care what it was.” Mairead was so embarrassed she wanted to sink into the floorboards.
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