Options, Allie gathered, that Gabe was being somewhat resistant to. He’d mentioned his concerns that night on the cliff top, and they were true concerns. Ones Allie, and the others, could all understand. But what concerned her more was that Gabe’s bigger issues were with himself and Kait. His past haunted him fiercely, and until he could let it go and possibly forgive himself, Allie knew and warned the others that selling Odin’s and leaving Sealladh na Mara, in Gabe’s eyes, was the only answer. A small crack had started in Gabe’s reserve, though. Allie planned to take a wedge and widen that crack to the very best of her ability. Lord Ramsey rubbed his chin. “I’m not following. You signed a bloody contract to guarantee a sale?” “Christ, man, why would you do such a thing?” said Captain Catesby. Allie could tell Gabe was getting frustrated. He rubbed the back of his neck and pinched the bridge of his nose. More than once. He explained again. “Because. At the time—which was before I hired Allie—I felt selling was my only option.
