Page 126 of The Defiant Curse

“I like this. It’s kinda good. I am scared of that,” she said, pointing at the blood sausages. “I can smell it, and I know that smell. That’s copper pennies all day long.”

Oh, well, Graham knew what she meant.

You either loved or hated blood sausages.

“Try it, and if you don’t like it, I’ll take it. I love the stuff,” he admitted.

She did, and she chewed.

Being in a foreign country with a whole different culture meant a few things. She was an ambassador of sorts, so she wasn’t going to shit-talk any of their regional food.

She also knew she’d make her kids try something before saying they didn’t like it.

So, when in Rome…

“Uh, it’s not bad, but it kinda makes me feel like I’m chewing a crime scene, so I’m going to share it with you,” she said, respectfully.

He took it and gave her his potatoes.

That was a fair trade for her, and it was wild that she came to Scotland, and she got more food dumped on her plate.

She must look hella bad.

As they talked, Elizabeth dumped ketchup on the potatoes and munched away.

Gabby took that as her sign.

“So, we’re digging in, and we’re going to figure this out. What do we need to start with? Because it sounds like everything was just waiting for the right moment, and Elizabeth is that moment. Her face set it off.”

Before Elizabeth could say anything, Michael stopped her.

“First, she needs some shopping, and we were trying to talk her into going red.”

Gabby lifted a brow.

“Jesus. I’d do you if your hair was red.”

That made Elizabeth laugh.

“You like them old, huh?” she asked.

Gabby waved that off.

“Girl, you’re gorgeous. You’ll be fighting off the men and women.”

And Michael put a stop to that.

“NO, WE’LL be fighting them off,” he said, pointing at himself and Graham. “Because that’s my mom, and she’s not married once, twice, or thrice. She’s married…,” he started counting on his fingers to be funny. “What’s after thrice?” he asked, busting ass.

As soon as he said it, they heard him.

“I think it’s just four times,” Finn said. “And, Jaysus, what is being plotted out here?” Finn asked, heading their way. “My wife is smiling a little too big for my own good,” he admitted.

When they glanced over, Finn was in a blazer and was carrying his badge.

Someone was on duty.

At hearing and seeing him, Gabby gasped.