The bakeshop was jammed packed when we arrived. It was near closing time, so the number of people should have been less. Yet judging from the line outside, whoever owns this bakeshop must be a good baker.
Duncan held my hand as we walked. I could see that the townspeople were staring at us. Well, they were looking at me rather than him though. He was the Laird after all, and displaying such public affection tends to raise a couple of eyebrows.
This made me uncomfortable as fuck. I tried tugging my hand out of his, but he ignored my efforts. Instead, he entwined our fingers together, making several women gasp in dismay.
I gave up. I mean, the man was making a statement, wasn't he?
Everyone knew me as Jane's protege. They were happy that someone was looking after The Belle. They were even happy that I had kids. The women...I stay away from them.
