Finlay chuckles again, giving me a wry look. “Time to spare away from my granddaughter, you mean?” My eyes go wide, my lips parting in surprise at his blatant callout. “Don’t look so shocked, lad,” he says. “You think my Rhonnie keeps secrets from me?” “S’pose she wouldn’t,” I mumble. Finlay takes his hammer again, tapping at one of the posts as he eyes me. “Now tell me,” he starts. “Are ye jerkin’ me granddaughter around?” “I…No. Of course not,” I splutter, shocked by the sudden hardness in Finlay’s gaze. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man frown when he wasn’t crying. I shake my head. “I—”
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