The Accidental Scot by Griffin Patience

Author:Griffin, Patience [Griffin, Patience]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2015-10-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Max stood there stupidly, trying to process what Pippa had just said. He shoved his hat back on his head. “What do you mean you’re the McDonnell?” He shouldn’t have been surprised—Pippa was a born leader, a warrior through and through. Which was sexy as hell.

He didn’t wait for her answer, but nodded in her direction. “If you’re the McDonnell, then you’re going to have to throw Miranda a bone. Invite her back to the factory. Flash the shutoff valve patents in her face. Promise to make up your damned mind soon about the partnership!”

Pippa glared at him. “Miranda seems to be the only thing on yere mind.”

He grabbed Pippa’s arms and shook. “Listen. Here’s what’s going to happen. If you and I don’t go over the contract together and hammer out a deal, Miranda or someone worse will take over.” Not to mention he’d be fired.

Pippa stared at him as if she hadn’t heard.

He needed to make her listen. “I can help you, and the town, but we have to work together—fast.”

Pippa undid herself from him. “How do I know I can trust you?”

Max gazed into her eyes, trying to convey the truth. “It’s easy. The subsea shutoff valve means the world to me. Everything else is secondary.”

She got a funny look on her face, as if his words hurt.

“That’s not what I mean.” He wasn’t sure what he was getting at. “But I promise to make it a good deal, a deal both parties can live with. Your father’s valve has to be brought to market.”

She glanced in the direction of her cottage. “We’ll work at my house.”

But at that moment, the guys—Ross, Ramsay, and Abraham—came around the corner, carrying the wood they’d picked up yesterday. Max and Ross had said nothing between them on the ride to and from the mill, only a couple of grunts between men.

“Are ye here to help or not?” Ramsay looked at Max and then at Pippa, as if he might have a clue that something was going on between them. He finally walked toward Quilting Central.

Max turned back to Pippa. “It looks like I can’t work on the contract right now.” Dammit. He hated this. “But later.”

She glared at him. “Make up yere mind, Yank. Either the deal is important, or it isn’t.”

“I made a commitment. It won’t take too long.”

“Stop by the house when ye’re done then,” Pippa said begrudgingly. “We’ll get my da to help.”

“So not really the new McDonnell then?”

She shot him a hard look. “Make no mistake, I’m the one ye’re dealing with.”

Max wanted to pull her into his arms and remind her whom she was dealing with, too. He didn’t get the chance.

“Today, McKinley.” Ross came out of Quilting Central on his way to get more wood.

And Ross was the other subject he wanted to revisit with Pippa. But his phone rang.

Miranda. Her timing was terrible. He shifted away to answer.

Pippa must’ve guessed, because he caught her eyes rolling heavenward.

“Yes?” he said into his cell.

“Max, I have to fly to London for a few days.

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