Scot to the Touch (The Hots for Scots, #6)

by Caroline Lee

Unable to stay out of the conversation any longer, Katlyn tried not to laugh when she supplied, “As in, ‘Beware the wild soccer, my lad?’ ” “Exactly!” The priest’s eyes twinkled as he nodded to her. “Or mayhap ‘tis a game?” Kiergan snorted and shook his head. “What? Like…a bunch of idiots running around, kicking something? A ball?” “Dinnae be daft.” Malcolm frowned dismissively. “If such a game existed, ‘twould be called football, would it no’? Soccer is a clot-heided name for it.”