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Before Rainne could answer, the woer in Lake’s belly She seemed surprised when it bounced back off him

“What do you know about underwear, boy?” she demanded

Lake stared at the wo lords and terrorists There was no way a little Scottish woman could intis weren’t tied up in the joke

“I kno to unhook a bra in two seconds flat,” he said

“If I was sixty years younger, boy, thatwhy you’re blocking the custo into my shop”

Lake took a slow look around him He saw a cobbled road, a row of crooked old houses that had been ashed and turned into shops and a loch at the bottom of the street He didn’t see any people Let alone hoards queuing up to buy underwear

“Yeah, I can see how I’ in the way,” he drawled

Rainne started to inch away froe of running Lake reached out, grabbed her vintage velvet jacket and hauled her back to stand beside him

“Leave rumbled “I’m not five”

“What do you mean your shop?” he asked the Hobbit

The old woht, which must have been all of four foot six

“Betty McLeod I started this shop in 1964”

“And I bought the business six o”

“It’s still my shop, son” The wolared at him

If he were prone to draestures, he’d have rolled his eyes Instead he kept his face as expressionless as usual