Confrontation

DESTINY

The entire way back home I was silent, didn’t feel like talking. Mulling over what Ronan had told me. James had some explaining to do. I knew he was hiding something. The cinnamon bun I had a craving for sat in a box on my lap. Marshal kept on shooting furtive glances at me while he drove.

Mrs. Donahue took one look at me when I entered the kitchen to put my bun in the fridge and she turned to put the kettle on.

“You look like you good do with a cuppa, love.” She busied herself with the teacups. “If you want to talk, this ol’ biddy can lend ye her ear, ye ken?” Her blue eyes twinkled sympathetically. “Men can be a real pain in the you-know-what.” Bless her, she was a curious woman.

I didn’t disagree with her. “Thank you, Mrs. D. I really would love a cup.”

She fixed Marshall with a narrowed stare. “Ye didn’t upset Mrs. Barrington, did ye now?”

Luke raised his bushy eyebrows comically. “No, never, Ma’am!”

I couldn’t help but smile at the protectiveness of the small woman. She w