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The village was tiny, when she stepped out of the inn. A dock with fishing boats all around, a post office, a few shops pretty much summed it up. After a brief look in the 14th century chapel that stood in the center of town, the only other place to go was the pub, surprisingly ancient and filled with wood worn dark over centuries. Despite the size of the village, the place was full. One lone table waited for her and then another couple came in behind her. The woman waiting tables looked around and her shoulders fell. Somehow Ayda had a feeling they weren't full often.
"Why don't you join me? I'm alone."
Ayda turned to find a man already at a table grinning at her. Dark red hair stood out in the room of blond and brown. "Thanks, so what's the best to try?” She asked sliding in as the couple behind her took the last open table.
"Anything with fish, I catch it meself. If ye'll trust me.”
"Sure.”
With his accent, she couldn't catch half of what he called to the waitress. Then again, it had to be Gaelic since she understood him fine when he talked to her.
"What brings ye to town? Ye dinna look like ye came on the tour.”
So that's why it was so busy. "No I'm here for the summer, I'm going to be working on the art collection at the castle.”
His eyes widened and Ayda felt a little uncomfortable as he looked her up and down. "Well that is news, not many good-looking women come to stay.” The waitress called something and his glare finally left her. She let out a little sigh. Before he turned back to her, the door opened and a man came in. Ayda had to try hard not to let her jaw drop. The newcomer was gorgeous to a fault, maybe twenty-eight, with dark blue eyes and thick brown hair streaked with blond. Just a sweater couldn't hide his solid lean build, but it showed off the reddish brown tan of a man that spent a good deal of time outdoors.
The man she shared a table with leaned over near her ear. "If it's the castle ye be staying at, ye best be watching out for the Sinclair boys or ye'll be their next whore.” It wasn't whispered though, it was fully loud enough the entire room heard it. The man at the door turned his head from the counter. Only a few steps to reach the table, and he hit the red haired man solid in the jaw. He slumped in his chair.
"When he wakes up remind him his sister didn't do anything she didn't want to do. The woman was old enough to leave.” That was whispered to her alone before he walked out of the door. Looking over at the man across from her Ayda grabbed her purse and took her food to go.