Jocelyn thought about that. If he had so many homes, why the concern over the pub and inn. Granted, she realized that no one wanted to be stolen from. But she was under the assumption that if he didn’t turn the pub and inn around, that he would lose everything. Obviously, that wasn’t the case.
“I had no idea. But, also, no. He hasn’t asked me anywhere.”
“I’ve a feeling it will come about shortly.”
Jocelyn chuckled. “You seem to have a good understanding of Gunn.”
“Wait until ye meet e’eryone else. All of us wives understand them better than they understand themselves.”
“You’ve met them all?”
“Och, aye. Ye will like them. There’s Gwen who is married to Nicholas. Clarissa who is married to Alexander, and Willamina, who’s married to Finlay. All of them are busy making bairns and raising wee ones, which is lovely to see. ’Tis been awhile since we’ve all been together under one roof, so the gathering is long overdue.”
She would have to make note of the names and try to remember them all. She scoffed. What was she thinking? Why would she need to know all of their names? It had nothing to do with her.
“I’m actually surprised the invite came from Gunn. In the time I have kenned e’eryone, we’ve ne’er gathered at Gunn’s house.” She leaned into Jocelyn. “See? Just one more thing he’s doing out of the ordinary. Because of ye.”
Shaking her head, Jocelyn reminded Lizzie that she had not been invited.
“No’ yet,” she stated in a singsong voice. “But ye will be. I’d bet my right hand on it.”
Could it be? Did she want it to be? Did she want an invite? When she’d left Victor, she had no direction. No person that cared for her.
Once she’d arrived here, she’d immediately got the feeling that she’d arrived home. It was odd and didn’t make sense, but it was true. She felt more at home here in the short time she’d been here than the whole time she’d lived with Victor.
And that said so much.
