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“I’m a Highlander, lass,” he said. “Ye ken we believe in ghoulies and the fae folk. It’s our birthright.”
“Yes, I’ve heard that,” she dryly replied.
He studied her with a slight frown, as if trying to puzzle something out.
“And what about all that praying? Nuns and people like you pray all the time, especially for blighters like me. That’s why you’re all so holy. Someone has to do it to make up for the rest of us.”
She blinked at his sudden change in demeanor. “I never said I was holy, Mr. Kendrick. And nuns are people, as good or as flawed as anyone else. There’s nothing extraordinary about us.”
He waggled a hand. “Of course nuns are different. Not like regular women at all.”
Was he deliberately trying to annoy her? If so, it was working. “That’s ridiculous. Nuns are no different from other women, not in the essentials.”
“Except for one thing. They don’t like—” He caught himself, as if suddenly rethinking the nature of their conversation.
“Yes?”
He looked out the window. “Sorry. Forgot what I was going to say.”
Now he wanted to call a retreat?I don’t think so.
“We don’t like men, you mean? Believe me, you wouldn’t be the first to say it. Men generally think we’re dried-up old spinsters, hiding away from the world.”
Of course, in her case it just might be true. Not the dried-up part, but the hiding away part. It was probably why she found his remarks so annoying.
“That was not what I was going to say,” he said defensively.
“It doesn’t matter.”
She made a show of pulling back the shade and peering out the window. “I do believe we’re about to cross the Perth Bridge. Did you know it’s quite the landmark in this part of Scotland?”
“Miss Haddon—”
“It has eight arches, from what I understand. Quite the engineering marvel.”
“Miss Haddon,” he started again through clenched teeth.
He was cut off when they came to a jolting halt.
“Now what?” she exclaimed. “This is getting to be ridiculous.”
“I’ll find out. You just stay put.”
She glared at him. “Sir, if I wish to step out of the carriage for a breath of fresh air, I will do exactly that.”
He muttered something that sounded likebloody womanbefore reaching for the door handle. He was halfway out the door, ducking low under the frame, when he froze.
“Goddammit,” he cursed.
“Sir, taking the Lord’s name in vain will not help the situation, whatever it is.”
He looked over his shoulder, his expression so grim that any further reprimand died on her lips.
“Unfortunately, Miss Haddon, my language wasn’t strong enough.”
Chapter Four
Until they’d started arguing again, Logan had been enjoying their conversation. But then the lass had started talking about the murmurs of the dead. He’d heard those voices too, and he needed no reminders.
