Voyager
"It's no what ye think, Ian," Jamie said shortly.
"Oh, it's not, aye? And Jenny worrying that ye'd make yourself ill, living without a woman so long!" Ian snorted. "I'll tell her she needna concern herself wi' your welfare. And where's my son, then, down the hall with another o' the harlots?"
"Your son?" Jamie's surprise was evident. "Which one?"
Ian stared at Jamie, the anger on his long, half-homely face fading into alarm.
"Ye havena got him? Wee Ian's not here?"
"Young Ian? Christ, man, d'ye think I'd bring a fourteen-year-old lad into a brothel?"
Ian opened his mouth, then shut it, and sat down on the stool.
"Tell ye the truth, Jamie, I canna say what ye'd do anymore," he said levelly. He looked up at his brother-in-law, jaw set. "Once I could. But not now."
"And what the hell d'ye mean by that?" I could see the angry flush rising in Jamie's face.
Ian glanced at the bed, and away again. The red flush didn't recede from Jamie's face, but I saw a small quiver at the corner of his mouth. He bowed elaborately to his brother-in-la ...
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