“If ye want tae have it out with George, ye do it on your own time, not mine,” Leah snapped. “I’m not paying ye tae quarrel.” “Och, ye no’ be paying us at all. That fancy Sassenach husband of yours be doing it.” Tam’s face reddened, his hands waving in the air. “Given that it’s scarce two days since your wedding, and you’re out here arguing with myself—and he’s nowhere tae be seen—it makes me wonder how much of a wife ye truly are!” Fox hissed in a breath. How dare this man!
