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“Well, I’m not entirely sure.”
When he started to protest, she flapped a hand. “All right, yes. I suppose I did suggest—”
“Suggest? Och, lass.” His brogue was heavy, a sure sign of irritation.
Kathleen couldn’t blame him, since she sounded like a henwit.
“What I meant is that I’m not entirely sure ... I mean, Iwantto say yes, but it’s just that—”
She broke off, annoyed by how frazzled she felt. She sucked in a calming breath and tried again. “Grant, forgive me. But lately I feel like a kite battered in a high wind. So I want to be sure that I’m making the right decision for both of us.”
When his eyebrows shot up practically to his hairline, she grimaced.
“I know,” she said. “It’s absurd. Me being the cautious one.”
“It’s a wee bit disconcerting, I’ll admit.”
“Imagine how I feel.”
He took her hands again, holding them in his lap.
“Then let’s start at the beginning,” he said in his calm, Grant-like way. “What exactly are you worried about? That we’re too different from each other?”
She nodded.
“Then I suggest you look no further than Graeme and Sabrina for confirmation that opposites can get along perfectly well.”
“That’s an excellent point,” she admitted.
“Good. What else, then? Are you worried I’m a fortune hunter? I am well able to support you, Kathleen.”
She scowled at him. “You are a booby, Grant Kendrick. Besides, I have it on good authority that you make a great deal of money.”
“Yes, it’s my one true talent,” he sardonically replied.
“You have many talents, dear sir. Which brings me to my next point. I would make a terrible wife for a businessman.”
He looked genuinely surprised. “It’s not a job that one applies for, Kathleen. Nor is there a list of duties that one is required to follow.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll accidentally offend the right sort of people? I do that, you know.”
He simply shrugged.
“What about scandals?” she persisted. “I’m quite good at those, you’ll recall.”
“You must remind me to introduce you to my family sometime, especially my grandfather.”
“I know, but—”
Grant withdrew one hand from their loose clasp and pointed to himself. “Scandalous elopement, remember? And when we have a few hours to spare, I’ll relate some of those stories I wouldn’t let Graeme tell you because they were too outrageous.”
“I would like to hear them,” she confessed.
“Then you shall. Now, do you want to keep listing objections, or shall we get to what is truly worrying you?”
“And you think you know what that is?” she warily asked.
“It’s Ireland.”
