Chapter 23
After a shower and a full Irish breakfast, everyone was ready to hit the road. Miko was perched on Alec’s shoulder, sniffing his hair while Alec pretended not to notice. The squirrel was seriously messing with his “I don’t care” attitude. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked away, focusing instead on the happy blush that crept up my grandmother’s cheeks when Mialloch bowed over her hand, kissing the smooth skin as he thanked her for her hospitality.
“It was my pleasure, young man. I am happy to see that Aeden still produces fine-mannered gentlemen.” She eyed Alec with a sparkle in her eye. “Although, of course, many of us still have a bit of Viking raider in us, blood or no.”
“You should meet my fiancé, Ewan,” Amber giggled. “He is a fine northern specimen, even if his fam
