Gordon arched a brow, staring at the red stocking cap upon his cousin’s head. “Coyle, why are you here and what the hell is on yer head? Did you have a run in with Father Christmas in an alley too?” Coyle touched the hat. “They do nae sell festive hats for the solstice. This was the best I could come up with.” “Try harder next time. You look like an eejit.” Coyle wagged his brows. “You and the misses ready for travel?” “What in name of the Goddess are you doing here?” Gordon demanded. Coyle continued to grin. “Korey and I were nae sure you’d haul yer stubborn ass back so we drew straws to see who had to come assure you did.” “You lost?” “No,” Coyle stated, smiling even wider. “I won. It’s been a long time since we had a go round, cousin.” Gordon rolled his eyes at his cousin’s antics. “Sorry to disappoint but the misses and I are ready to go. She’s nae pleased to be leavin’ her grandmere’s shop behind, but I’ve assured her you’ll have people handle the day to day runnin’ of it while she and I acclimate to life back in the fold again.”
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