Agnes laughed and swatted at me. “Oh it will, lass. Just you wait!”
Her laughter followed me to the door. Callum looked a little impatient, arms crossed over his chest in a way that stretched his warm wool sweater across his well-built torso.
“Hey,” I said my voice coming out breathy and making me blush. How did he manage to turn me into a schoolgirl?
Oh, right. Muscles and wool sweaters, a combination no woman could resist.
“Ye shouldn’t encourage her,” he responded in gruff tones.
“Excuse me?”
I stepped closer to him to see that he was staring out of the shop, across the street with a grim look on his face. He clenched his jaw for a second before he blew out a sigh and reached for the door.
He jerked the door open and started forward without looking at me. “Let’s go.”
I was left staring after him, stunned into silence at his abrupt departure. The door shutting behind him jolted me out of my surprise and had me springing forward, trying to catch up with him, but not before I heard Agnes call out.
“He’s a bawbag! Don’t let him get away with it, lassie!”
“Okay!” I yelled back at her, stepping onto the sidewalk, determined to make good on not letting Callum get away with being a bawbag.
I just had to figure outwhata bawbag was first.
