Kilts and Catnip by Zoe Tasia

Author:Zoe Tasia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, Scotland, sweet romance, folklore, fae, fairies
Publisher: Zoe Tasia
Published: 2020-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

FUNNY WHAT SCOTS THOUGHT were “specialty” items. Often some staples that we took for granted in the States were unusual and exotic here, especially in small towns and villages. No doubt getting Jif or marshmallow crème was much easier in London. We hadn’t spent much time there, and it was on my list of things to do before going back home. I had rented my house out and had a friend keeping an eye on it. When I left, I wasn’t sure where I would end up, but I wanted to keep my options open. The rent had helped with the more expensive clothes and such sold here. I was okay with the clothing situation, but Tate had gone through two growth spurts and even Jess, I suspected, had a bit more growing to do. Her body had yet to fill out in more womanly curves. She had been slow to menstruate and was still blossoming. And, yes, if I shared that with anyone, she would kill me—or pout for a year.

When our items were packaged up, we stepped outside to find it almost dry. We shed our coats and left them in the car, hoping the rain wouldn’t return. The forecast hadn’t predicted the weather correctly thus far. An older American couple came in shortly after us, soaking wet and grumbling about being stuck on this teeny island with nothing to do and no way to get back to the mainland for hours. They had holed up in the church during the rain and made their way here when the sky cleared up. Hopefully, they would have a more pleasant time in the next couple of hours before the ferry arrived. I knew the island needed the tourism. When we reached the grocery, it was quiet and dark. I tried the door. It was unlocked. “Do you think they blew a fuse?” I asked.

Kay shook her head and gripped the doorway as she peered into the unlit store. “Maybe I’ll just come back another day,” she said. “I don’t see anyone here to help us anyway.”

Just then, we heard a crash from the back of the building and a scratching sound.

“Mr. McNeil?” I called out. “Is everything okay?”

The girls had preceded us in and Tate rushed down the candy aisle, collecting several different chocolates which she would, no doubt, insist she had to have.

Suddenly the light blinked on and off then stayed on. “They must be working on the fuses. They should be in pretty soon,” I said hopefully. I didn’t like it, though. “With his nephew helping out, you would think someone would be here while the other worked on the fuse.”

“Mom, can I try this?” Tate waved a new candy at me.

“I guess, Tate. Please don’t go overboard, though. Too much rich food after an illness will make you sick.”

She hadn’t exactly had an illness, but I didn’t know what to call what happened. Tate skipped back to the counter and unloaded her arms. She was very spontaneous.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.