He was EVERYWHERE.
It had been two weeks since he got back from Dublin, and by the gods, he never left her or the kids alone, except for sleeping. Not even once.
Duncan was like our personal chef or the kids' babysitter. He would show up at nine in the morning like clockwork, with a basket of food and a smile.
Damn that smile of his. I wanted to frown mind you, but I cannot. He was being a father to them.
Like now. Duncan and the kids were nowhere in sight. When he asked permission to take the kids somewhere, he promised to send pictures of where they went.
Which he did. It was that damn loch where Claude almost drown. No, they were not in the loch, but from the video he sent, they were having a blast.
The bark that I heard in the background was something I will not think about. Nope, I was not going there. If he did give them a dog, Duncan would be the one to take care of him...or her.
