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They weren’t married. He had no right to be so angry that she’d slept with Liam. In fact, she wondered why Dougal was so angry. His behavior was a bit stalkerish.

“What was wrong with you last night?” she asked.

He kept his gaze on the counter and not on her. “I thought we had something.”

“Friendship.”

His lips tightened. “If you’re going to be friendly with him, I don’t want you to be friendly with me.”

Kris narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t planned on being “friendly” with Dougal, so— “That suits me just fine.”

He still wouldn’t look at her.

“I’d like to check if my brother is staying here.”

Dougal glanced up, surprise flashing in what she’d once thought to be intelligent, attractive gray eyes. Now they just looked like eyes. “Your brother’s in Scotland?”

“It was news to me, too. Is he here? Marty Daniels.”

“I can’t give out my guests’ names. You could be a stalker.”

Pot. Kettle, Kris thought, but she kept it to herself.

“He’s my brother.”

“Maybe you don’t get along. Maybe he doesn’t want you to know where he is.”

“He came to Scotland to see me.?

?

“Then he should have told you where he was staying, because I’m not going to.”

His tone was so nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, Kris waited for him to finish the statement by sticking out his tongue. Thankfully he refrained.

She tried to return the conversation to a semblance of civility. “Did you have a nice trip?”

“Trip?” he repeated.

“You went to … something with a B,” she said. “A buying trip?”

“Oh. Yeah. Great.” He turned away. “If that’s all, I—”

“Is there a tattoo parlor in the village?”

His gaze flicked to hers. “You want a tattoo?”

“I might. Do you have one?”

“I’m not a biker. Or a soldier. Or,” his lip curled, “an NBA basketball player.”

She was liking Dougal less and less with every passing minute. She kind of wished Liam had broken his nose instead of just popping him on the chin.

Kris focused on the spot. “Why don’t you have a mark?”

He saw where she was staring and lifted his hand, rubbing his face. “I don’t bruise easily. And he barely touched me.”

Kris would beg to differ, but Dougal still wouldn’t have a bruise. Which just wasn’t fair.

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