Chapter Twelve
Aileen paced the kitchen, happy with the silence given the police officers were out working. She loved the cooking and chatter of a full inn, just not Irwing’s assessing gaze documenting her every move.
Nor did she care about women like Amy, who smelled of expensive perfumes and waltzed towards her boyfriend like he was the designer handbag they wanted.
Urgh! Amy shopped not just for pink furs, but also at jewellery stores. Aileen shied away from such baubles, but, thanks to her mother, she recognised expensive jewellery when she saw it.
That ring she’d been wearing was too fancy to flash on a working day. Unless Amy had spotted Callan enter her brother’s house and had just decided to irritate the hell out of Aileen… Or try her hand at Callan.
Isla said it right. Men we
