The “pattritch” was mostly awful, but fortunately there was enough cinnamon around that I could flavor it up. Una walked into the kitchen just as I was shoveling the first bite to my mouth. Her face was serious and drawn. She nodded at me and then turned to her workers and handed out stern instructions. Mac entered the kitchen a few minutes later. He looked extra clean and well-pressed. My heart sped up just seeing him. Between that and the sleep I’d lost thinking about him, I was beginning to think it was unhealthy to be attracted to someone. But I was energized too, as though I would no longer ever need to really sleep again. “There ye are. I went to yer room to fetch ye.” “Oh. Sorry,” I said after I swallowed and tried not to blush. I didn’t even know why I was blushing, but I didn’t want to. “No matter. Are ye ready to go?” He couldn’t stand still, and he ran the palm of his hand over the side of his kilt. I nodded. “How’s Corc?” I asked before scraping the spoon over the bowl and taking the last bite.
