“Sixty people at twenty-five a pop—pounds sterling,” Thayer said woefully. “My place in Glasgow is small, but if we buy a few pillows we’ll be fine.”
“We all quit our jobs,” Kevin reminded him.
“And we can get new ones,” David said.
“There has to be some recourse here,” Toni said.
“Toni has been talking to Laird MacNiall again,” Gina warned, trying to keep emotion from her voice.
“I wasn’t fighting with him!” Toni protested.
“Well, you didn’t exactly offer him warm and cuddly Southern hospitality,” David reminded her.
“I’m not Southern!”
“You could have faked it,” Kevin said.
“Actually, you are from the south—the south side of D.C.,” David offered.
She glared at him. “Look, I had a conversation with him, and he wasn’t miserable at all,” Toni said.
David gasped suddenly and walked around to her, looking down into her eyes. He squeezed her shoulders. “You didn’t … I mean, Toni, we’re in trouble here, but you don’t have to … you don’t have to offer that kind of hospitality, no matter how dire things are looking!”
“David!” she snapped, feeling a flush rise over her cheeks. “I didn’t, and I wouldn’t! How the hell long have you known me?”
Gina giggled suddenly. “Hey, I don’t know. In the looks department, he’s really all right.”
“What she really means is,” Kevin teased, “if it weren’t for Ryan, she’d do him in a flash.”
Gina leveled a searing gaze at him. “The breakfast better be damned good.”
“Look!” Toni said. “I talked to him but I didn’t sleep with him. He was in my room, but …”
“What?” David demanded, drawing out the chair at her side and looking at her, his dark eyes very serious.
“It seems that I was in his room, so I moved into the next one,” she told him. “We had to talk and we were both cordial, okay?” she said.
“You just talked to him … without …”
“Being bitchy?” Kevin asked bluntly.
“Dammit! I was polite.”
“Okay, okay!” David said.
That was it. She was offering no further explanations of how she might have gotten into a cordial conversation
with the laird. “And now I’m thinking that if we ask really politely, maybe he’d let us do tonight’s performance so that we can recoup some of our losses.”
“She’s got a good idea there,” Thayer said.
“Omelettes!” Kevin said suddenly. “Salmon and bacon on the side. So who gets to ask Laird MacNiall if we can do the tour tonight?”
“Toni,” David said, suddenly determined. “She has to ask him. She’s the one who’s talked to him.”
“Toni? Oh, I don’t know about that,” Thayer protested. He looked across the table as she glared at him. “Sorry! But you seem to have a hair-trigger temper with the guy. It’s kind of like sending in a tigress to ask largesse of a lion!”
Toni groaned. “I don’t have a hair-trigger temper. Ever. He was very aggravating last night, and I thought that I was defending us.”
“You were,” David assured her.
“All right,” Gina said. “Toni, you ask him.”
“Ask him what?”
They all jolted around. Bruce MacNiall was standing in the kitchen doorway with Ryan. This morning, he was in jeans and a denim shirt. Apparently, he hadn’t been sleeping. His ebony hair was slightly windblown and damp.
“I’ve got to get dressed,” David said. “Excuse me.”
“I might have left the water running,” Thayer murmured. “I’ll be right back.”
“Got to plan the menu!” Kevin said, hurrying for the door. “Mr. MacNiall … Laird MacNiall, we’re going to cook a great … uh … brunch. In thanks for your hospitality, whether intended or not.”
Ryan, staring at all of them as if they’d lost their senses, came striding in, heading for Gina and Toni. “The countryside! My God, I thought I’d taken a few good rides, but you should see the sweeping hills! There is nothing like seeing this place through Bruce’s eyes!” Ryan loved both horses and free spaces. His work the last several years as a medieval knight at the Magician’s Court right outside Baltimore had seldom allowed him a chance to spend time with his beloved animals that wasn’t part of training in closed-in spaces. He must have been happy.
“Why don’t you tell me about it upstairs, sweetheart?” Gina said, rising.
“Why upstairs?” Ryan demanded.
“Toni wants to talk to Laird MacNiall,” Gina said. She rose, caught hold of his shirtsleeve and dragged him along with her, smiling awkwardly as she passed Bruce MacNiall.
Toni was left alone at the table. Bruce was aware that his arrival had caused an exodus, and he was evidently somewhat amused. Especially since it had been so very far from subtle.
“They’re afraid of me?” he queried.
Toni inhaled. “Well, it seems that we’re all realizing that you do actually own this place and that we have been taken.”
“Good,” he said, striding toward the counter.
Toni winced. “The coffee is a bit …”
He’d already poured a cup and sipped it.
“Like mud. It will do for the moment,” MacNiall said. He turned and leaned against the counter, looking at her. “What are you supposed to ask me?”
“Well …”
“Well?”
He might be in jeans and tailored denim, leaning against a counter with a coffee cup, but she could well imagine him in something like a throne room, taking petitions from his vassals.
She stared at him a minute, determined that she wasn’t going to be so intimidated. They weren’t living in the feudal ages, after all.
“We had booked a large tour group for tonight. We don’t want to have to cancel.”
“What?” His question was beyond sharp. It was a growl.
Maybe she shouldn’t have
