It strikes me that I would have had to explain what that is to another woman. But with Cami, there’sno need. Her eyes go wide with recognition and she looks instantly excited. No doubt she’s readabout the traditional Scottish gatherings in some obscure history book that no one’s ever heard about.
The only question that remains is, why does that make my heart feel like it’s going to lurch out of mychest?
“I’ve always wanted to go to one,” she says. “Folk stories are my absolute favorite.”
“Some women might be more interested in the music and dancing.”
“Not me,” she says, coloring immediately. “I… I’m not the best dancer.”
“Uh-oh. Have I stumbled across your one weakness?”
She smiles. “Trust me, I have a few. Dancing is certainly high on the list.”
She snorts. “Prepare
