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adventure.”
    “Perhaps not as difficult as you may think,” Rosanna said. “Skye strikes me as a young woman with an adventurous spirit. She may want to come. But, whether you come to visit or to live, you must spend some time with us.”

Chapter Four
     
    White Horse Pub
     
    A large banner stretched across the top of the mirror behind the bar. The banner was festooned with flowers and bore the words:

    C ONGRATULATIONS TO
C APTAIN D UFF T AVISH M AC C ALLISTER
A ND S KYE M C G REGOR
     

    Ever since he arrived at the pub earlier this evening, customers had been coming up to him, congratulating him on the fact that tomorrow he and Skye were to be married.
    “’Tis the surprise to me that after twenty days of posting banns, not one person came up with a reason why a scallywag such as yourself is nae fit to marry with the lovely and sainted Skye McGregor,” one of the customers said.
    “Here, here,” another called and all laughed.
    “’Tis teasin’ you I am, Duff, for sure’n I can think of no one better to be the groom of our fair Skye. Lads, charge your glasses,” he called, holding his mug aloft.
    The others rushed to have their own mugs and glasses refilled.
    “To Captain Duff Tavish MacCallister, long may he live and many a fine son may he sire!”
    “MacCallister!” the others in the pub shouted.
    Skye wasn’t here. In fact, as of one week ago, she no longer officially worked in the pub, but because her father owned it, and she had made many friends among his customers, she still came around.
    “She is at home with her mother,” Ian explained. “Evidently there was some last-minute emergency with the wedding dress. And if ye dinnae realize it yet, m’lad, you will soon enough—women can find more last-minute emergencies than you can ever imagine. You’ll just have to put up with it and continue to love ’em.”
    “That I can do,” Duff said.
    “Tell me, m’lad, have you heard anything from your cousins since they returned to America?” Ian asked.
    “I got a nice letter from them a few days ago, wanting me to thank everyone for the hospitality they were shown while they were here,” Duff said.
    “You got the letter a few days ago and you are only now getting around to thanking us? Pray tell, lad, what has kept you so long?”
    Ian was teasing Duff because for the last three days Duff had been busy preparing for the wedding by renovating his house to make it more habitable for Skye.
    “I meant to, but I got so . . .” Duff started to say, then when he saw the wide grin on Ian’s face he knew he was being teased. “I just didn’t get around to it.”
    “Well, it was easy to be hospitable to the likes of them,” Ian said. “You must be proud of them, being as they are kin, and all.”
    “The truth to tell, Ian, is that we are not that much kin. I had never even heard of them until Andrew sent me the letter. But they are good people, and ’tis proud I am to claim kinship with them. I very much enjoyed the time I got to spend with them while they were here.”
    Ian glanced up at the clock, something he had done several times over the last few minutes.
    “Are you that anxious to close for the night that you have to check the clock every few minutes?” Duff teased.
    “You’ve noticed, have you?”
    “You have looked at the clock so many times ’tis a wonder you haven’t looked the hands right off the face.”
    “’Tis wondering, I am, what might be keepin’ Skye,” Ian said.
    “I thought you said she had gone home because of some emergency.”
    “Aye, but she said she was coming back to help me close. ’Tis ten-thirty already. I’ll be closing at eleven.”
    “No doubt she and her mother found even more emergencies to work on,” Duff suggested.
    “Knowing m’ wife and m’ daughter as I do, I’m sure you are right,” Ian said. “And I think I would rather her be at home than out all by herself, in the dark o’ night.”
    Duff finished his ale and put the mug