Jamie gave her a sharp look. “Ye need nae concern yerself about that, little sister.”
Fiona remained unfazed. “Why nae? My sister-by-marriage is English. I expect to visit the estates there. ’Tis natural I ken what to expect.”
“Ye will expect naught. Besides, since I manage the estates, I will be the one to decide when—or if—ye visit them.”
There was the Jamie MacLeod Mari knew. Bossy, arrogant…
But Fiona just smiled at him. “Ye ken I will, big brother.” Then she turned to Mari. “Mayhap ye can tell me what I want to ken about the lads. Do they like to—”
“Mari will tell ye nothing!”
Bossy man. Mari held back a sharp retort, deciding to take a lesson from his sister, whom she was already feeling might be a kindred spirit. She smiled sweetly at Jamie instead and then turned to Fiona. “I should be happy to answer any questions you wish to ask.”
And she deliberately ignored the glower on Jamie MacLeod’s face.
