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“Och, but yemustken how glad I am to see ye now.” He smiled at her with genuine pleasure. “Despite what happened with . . .” He twirled a hand.
Oh, God, please get me out of this.
“Roderick, it’s lovely to see you, but we really must—”
“Who’s yer friend, Miss Donella?” Roddy interrupted, frowning, apparently remembering that Logan had snubbed him. “He seems a mite fashed.”
“As I mentioned, we need—”
Logan wrapped his hands around her shoulders and moved her out of the way.
She yanked her hands out of her muff and grabbed his arm. “Mr. Kendrick, your son is no doubt waiting for us.”
He ignored her. “I’m Logan Kendrick, Murray. I’m the man who prevented Miss Haddon’s kidnapping a few weeks ago. An attempt by your clansmen.”
Roddy’s stunned expression would have been comical if the situation wasn’t so dire. “Murrays tried to abduct Miss Donella? Go on, man. That’s daft.”
Logan took a step closer, forcing Roddy to back into the glass of the shop door. The sound drew the attention of the shopkeeper and several customers.
“You’d best tell me what you know about it, or else,” Logan said in a low, terrifying voice.
Roddy went from confused to indignant in an instant. “Are ye sayingIhad something to do with it? Why the bloody hell would I want to kidnap Donella?”
He was loud enough to capture the interest of an elderly couple strolling by. Donella’s heart sank when she realized it was Lord and Lady MacTavish, high sticklers of the first order.
Donella again tried to wedge herself between the men, but Logan held her back.
“People are beginning to notice,” she hissed.
“I don’t give a damn,” he said. “I don’t want you anywhere near a Murray. Go down to the toy shop and find Angus and Joseph. Stay with them until I come to get you.”
“Do you think Roderick is going to kidnap me right off the street, in broad daylight? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’ve never kidnapped anyone in my life,” Roddy huffed. “And I’m verra fond of Donella, ye ken.”
Logan’s gaze narrowed to icy blue slits. “No, I dinna ken. Perhaps ye would like to explain it to me.”
His lethal tone would have sent most men scrambling backward, right through the plate glass, if necessary. Sadly, Roddy was too dense to take the warning.
She once more tried to wedge herself between them, this time facing Logan. “He means nothing except the fact that the Murray and the Haddon families were once quite close.”
Logan scoffed. “That’s a bit rich, lass. Friends, generally speaking, don’t abduct friends.”
Roddy, being an idiot, agreed with him. “That’s true. My da always hated Lord Riddick. Called him a churly grum-bleguts, he did.”
Beginning to feel like a piece of cheese smashed inside a scone, Donella wriggled around to glare at Roddy.
“Roderick, please be quiet.”
“But—”
“Shut. Up.”
He subsided with a grumble, looking wounded again.
She turned back to Logan. “You’re causing a scene, sir. We need to go.”
He tossed a glance over his shoulder at the small audience that had joined Lord and Lady MacTavish. “Having fun, are we? I suggest you bugger off before I really lose my temper.”
