“I knew it!” He interjected.
She turned on him. “You knew what?”
“I knew it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with you.” He couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face. When a person won an argument with Caillen, it was time to celebrate.
“This has everything to do with you,” she accused.
“She’s right.” Ailsa shrugged.
“But you just said?—”
“It takes two to create an argument,” the sisters said in unison and then grinned at each other.
“Apparently it takes one man to lose an argument,” he grumbled.
“That’s exactly what—” Ailsa started.
“Don’t say it,” Caillen threatened.
“—father used to say.”
He grinned. He knew there was a reason why he liked her sisters.
Caillen looked up at the ceiling and then turned on him. “I suppose you’re going to propose to her next.”
“Ewww.” Ailsa’s lip curled.
“Ewww? Since when do I draw anewwwfrom the mouth of a debutante, or any lady for that matter?”
“No offense.” Ailsa shrugged again.
“Some taken.”
“It’s just that you’re…old.”
He froze as he was putting on his stockings. “Old?”
Caillen laughed.
He turned on her. “I would enjoy your laughter if I wasn’t soold. I’ll have you know, I’m the same age as Ross.”
“You’rethatold! I retract my previous statement. You and Caillen are not well suited, at all.” She said it as if she were driving a nail in his coffin for each word.
“I will not be proposing to Ailsa,” he said with certainty.
Ailsa let out a huge breath. “That’s a relief.”
“However, I make no promises about killing her.”
Caillen grinned. “Then Ross would have to kill you.”
He rubbed his jaw as if contemplating his decision. “I suppose that could be a deterrent.”
“Cor, they’re a bloody-thirsty lot,” said two more sisters who were standing in the doorway.
Sébastien peeked over their heads. “And they say we French are savage.”
“Ye know ye are.” Millie, at least he thought it was Millie, looked over her shoulder at Sébastien.
