“Samalander, A kinnae lie to ye, hen.” She was moving with enough speed that when he stopped it almost pulled her back off her feet. MacFoozle took a deep breath and, gripping her square by the shoulders, looked deep into her eyes. They were a soft green, like perfectly worn picnic grass. “Sam…” His voice was tender and sincere.
His nose was so close to hers. Sam swallowed hard, realizing for a moment how dry her throat was.”Yeah?”
“A would totally lie to ye.” He winked and started walking again. “But Ah’mno lying tae ye now.”
Sam’s face tightened up toward her nose...Read More