Dougy’s POV
I was very nearly dressed the next morning when I hear Maggie rapping on the door from my mother’s sitting room, signaling that breakfast has arrived.
Hmm. She’s a bit early this morning. But I’ve worked up an appetite, piling what’s left of the two chairs and the table that I destroyed last night into one spot for easy disposal later today.
I’m surprised when the door actually opens and Maggie calls out to me.
“King Dougy, your bonnie lass awaits with your breakfast!” She calls out to me playfully. “But we are short one chair. Can we borrow one from your room?”
Does Maggie know about the chairs, and this is her way of chastising me? Well, I’ll change the subject by flirting back shamelessly! That should surprise her and make her feel silly.
“Och, Maggie, my love
