“That slippery sea trout,” he said indignantly. “Don’t worry daddypops, he just wants a twirl with a true gentlelady.” “That he does my bubbakanoosh,” Hamish said, nodding firmly. “You remember what your Momma always said to do with men like that though, don’t you?” “Cut off their fingers then their dingers,” they said in unison, and I snorted a laugh, sharing a look with Tory.
