Joanna's Highlander (Highland Protector #2)(15)
“Aye.”
Joanna started to say something else but cut herself off and nodded toward the other side of the room. “Looks like class is over. I wasn’t planning on taking them to ride the Shires. Those horses are way too tall for these ladies and I don’t think they were interested in riding anyway. Where should we take them next: the sheep shearing shed or the border collies so they can see how the dogs work the herds?”
“I want to make some haggis,” Georgetta interrupted as the group of ladies joined Grant and Joanna.
Joanna visibly gagged and turned to Grant. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if you’ll take them to the medieval kitchens and help them make haggis and render lard to make soap.” She shuddered and made a face. “The place reeks and I have to hold my breath the entire time I’m in there to keep from puking.” She shuddered, and the freckles dusted across her pert nose visibly paled. “Hell, I’ll pay you a hundred.”
“I’ve a better idea of how ye might pay me.” Grant scooped up her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles.
Frances, Georgetta, and Annamae hooted and howled like teenage girls at their first concert.
“That is entirely enough, ladies,” Hazel boomed out loud and clear with a sharp clap of her large hands. Then she turned to Grant and politely smiled. “If you’d lead us to the kitchens, Mr. MacDara, we’d appreciate it.”
“I’ve a better idea.” Grant motioned to his mother. “I’m sure Máthair wouldna mind takin’ you fine ladies o’er to the kitchens. Would ye, Máthair?” he asked as Sarinda MacDara joined their group.
“Would I what, son?”
“Would ye be so good as t’give these ladies a more thorough experience of the medieval kitchens—one they would nay receive on a regular tour?” If Máthair would take the feisty old women off Joanna’s hands, he would have the sweet lass all to himself until it was time to return to the bed-and-breakfast.
Joanna stepped in, hands lifted as though fending off an attack. “No…Grant, no. I shouldn’t have…” She blew out a frustrated huff and gave him a narrow-eyed look before turning to Sarinda with an apologetic shake of her head. “I wouldn’t feel right about that, Mrs. MacDara.”
“Well, we want to go with Mrs. MacDara,” Georgetta announced, with a chorus of “yeses” sounding out from the rest of the ladies. “We’ve invested a lot of hard-earned retirement money on this trip and we want the best we can get.”
“Thanks a lot,” Joanna retorted.
Ahh…hell. This doesna bode well for wooing if she’s got a case of the red arse for the rest of the day. Grant took hold of Joanna’s elbow and gently pulled, easing them both toward the exit of the herbal shop. “Come, Joanna. We’ve a new colt at the stables. Born just last night. We’ll leave the ladies to their haggis, lard, and candles. Come.”
“Aye, lass,” Sarinda chimed in. “I’ll bring the ladies ’round to the bus parking area late this evening once we’ve finished all our tasks. I’ll have them page ye over the park intercom. You just rest easy and enjoy a lovely day here at the park, because the women and I’ll be about our duties the rest of the day. Ye’ll no’ see them again ’til time t’take them to their beds, I’ll grant ye that. They’ll be cookin’ their own suppers the old way.” She turned to the smiling women and motioned toward the “employees only” door at the back of the shop. “Come, m’lassies. We’ll take the shortcut to the kitchens. Off to our adventures!”
Anticipation surging through him, Grant gently tugged on Joanna’s arm again. “Come, lass. We’ll visit the wee colt, then I’ll treat ye to some clootie puddin’ at Mistress Gordon’s sweet shop. I’ll even get ye a cup of yer nasty muckwater t’drink with it, aye?”
Joanna didn’t move, just stood scowling at the back door to the shop as it slowly closed after the last of her charges waddled through it. Finally, she shook her head, pulled her arm free of Grant’s grip, and stomped out the shop door. “Unbelievable. I never learn.”
His anticipation of what the day could bring evaporated like morning mist. What the hell had gone wrong? Grant hurried to catch up with Joanna. “What’s wrong, lass? What ails ye?”
Joanna stopped with a jerk, whirled about, and jabbed his shoulder. “I’m stupid. Stupid as I ever was. That’s what’s wrong. I should never have asked you to take over a part of the tour just because I don’t particularly like it. It was unprofessional of me, and now your mother and the group think I’m a lazy, whiny bitch.”
“The hell they do. I dinna see how ye could feel so.” Grant grabbed hold of Joanna’s shoulders and locked her in place. “Yer no’ a lazy, whiny bitch and none of those women, includin’ me mother, would e’er think such a thing, and I guarantee ye that me mother would ne’er say that about a woman who’s done nothin’ but work her fine arse off ever since she moved to this town nearly two years ago.” He chucked a finger beneath her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. “Ye ken as well as I do that the main thing those old busybodies wish t’see during their trip is us properly matched, aye?”
Joanna didn’t say a word, but her scowling gaze spoke volumes.