“Fair enough! I’ll come back again tomorrow. Don’t you worry, Finlay Ashowan, you and I will be thick as thieves in no time. By the way, I loved your sausage,” he said, standing swiftly. “I beg your pardon?” Fin’s mind went blank. “You made sausage last night for dinner, and it was perfection. Just like you.” The man gently wiped his thumb across his lower lip, a movement that Fin wasn’t sure why, but drew his attention immediately.
