Penelope sucked in a breath, and gave them each an all-knowing grin. "I guess that answers that question," she whispered.
Eamon’s grass-stained cotton drawers were now branded onto her brain. She almost wished she’d not seen it and kept the fantasy of a rugged Scotsman’s bare bottom under his kilt.
"I knew they wouldn't be bare under there," Isabel said. "I cannot imagine my brother would ever deign to resort to anything so… so… uncivilized as to go bare under a kilt." Isabel shook her head. “Ugh… Now I need to purge the image from my brain."
"Mine as well," Penelope added. "Thanks for that bit of disturbing imagery that I could have done without.”
Charlotte didn’t comment, mainly because it was Eamon’s muscular cotton-clad bottom they saw under his kilt. They continued to watch for a
