“Bloody hell,” Fellows said. “You’re all madmen.” “And you’re one of us,” Hart said grimly. “Be careful what you wish for.” Cameron rumbled his big laugh. “Get the man a drink. He looks like he’s about to swoon.” “You’ll have a Scots accent before you know it,” Mac said. “The ladies like it, Fellows.” “God, no.” Daniel chuckled. “Ye mean ‘Och, noe.’ ” Mac and Cameron dissolved into raucous laughter. “I think we should celebrate,” Daniel shouted. “With lots of whiskey. Don’t you think so, Dad?”
