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Within
an hour’s time, Maggie returned, and Anna knew he was with her. Patrick’s
jovial laughter infiltrated the air. She went downstairs to greet him. He had
already dismounted his horse and was assisting Maggie down from Alphie when she
reached them.
He
turned to see her. “Well, there’s me bonnie lass!” he exclaimed in his melodic
Irish brogue and gave her a hug. Releasing her, he said, “Your lovely sister,
Maggie, has informed me there’s a party here this very morn, so I brung along
some refreshment!” His green eyes twinkled with amusement. “But I’ve never
known ye lasses to indulge in spirits so early in the day, and on the Sabbath,
no less!”
“Don’t
be silly, Patrick!” Anna laughed.
With
a wink, he handed her a bottle of whiskey.
The
two little girls came out of the barn. “Patrick!” they screeched, running
toward him.
He
picked Abigail up and twirled her around, causing her to squeal with delight
before he set her back down.
“We
haven’t seen you in so long, Patrick,” she said. “Where have you been?”
“Why,
workin’, of course.” He gave Claudia a hug. “‘Tis a busy time with the crops
right now, lass. I’m sure you’re well aware.” Turning back to Anna, he pulled
the cap from his head, revealing thick, brown hair. “So, how might I be of
service to ye fair maidens?” he asked.
“We
have something to show you,” Anna said, “but you have to swear not to tell a
soul.”
Patrick
raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Well now, if I agree to it, will ye be fixin’
me a fine meal in return?”
“Of
course,” she replied, taking his hand. “Come with me.”
She
led him into the farmhouse’s back door, through the kitchen, and up the
staircase to the second floor. Stopping at the doorway at the top of the steps,
she turned to look at him.
“There’s
somethin’ ye want to be showin’ me in your father’s bed chamber?” he asked,
comically raising his eyebrow.
Anna
bit her lower lip. She turned the knob and pushed the squeaky door open.
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