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now?
Quilting?
    â€œYou sign up all your lasses for a retreat and we’ll make sure they have the
mixing
of their life.” Deydie stuck out her hand. “Do we have a deal?”
    For some unknown reason, Kit turned around to getRamsay’s reaction. Or maybe it was his approval. But what she found was that he was frowning, looking extremely unhappy at how this had turned out.
    So he’s no help
.
    Kit glanced at the crowd, wishing for at least one friendly face, but the only face not glowering at her was Deydie’s, so she took the old woman’s hand. “We have a deal.” Her checkbook, though, would be hurting after paying for all her clients to come to the retreat.
    Deydie gave her a snaggletoothed grin. “In twelve days’ time.”
    â€œWhat?” Kit dropped her hand, realizing the other shoe had fallen.
    â€œYup, that’s the deal. The first retreat is in twelve days. And every time you bring your lasses over the pond, we’ll give them a quilting retreat.”
    Kit sighed. “What else?”
    Deydie grinned at her. “Those bachelors ye’re rustling up? They’ll need to stay at the other dorm. Of course, we’ll have to charge ye for them. Heatin’ that dorm don’t come cheap.”
    â€œIt’s summer,” Kit argued for the sake of reason.
    â€œThen call it overhead.”
    â€œFine. Let me know how much.” Kit had already made the other concessions; why not this, too? “You drive a hard bargain, Ms. McCracken.”
    â€œCall me Deydie, or I’ll take my broom to ye.”
    Kit thought she might be serious. “
Deydie
it is.”
    The old woman motioned to the room. “We better get cracking if we’re going to make this happen. Caitie, draw up the contract and get it to the matchmaker.”
    â€œYes, Gran,” said a woman with an American-Scots accent who had a young boy beside her.
    As if the meeting had been adjourned, everyone stood and cleared out. The fishermen grabbed a couple of scones before they huffed to the door, looking angry and disappointed.
    Ramsay nudged her from behind. “A friendly bunch, aren’t they? Are ye ready to leave Scotland yet?”
    Kit spun around. “So it’s you that I have to thank for this ambush. You certainly didn’t warn me.”
    He definitely had a glint in his eye.
The devil
. “I don’t know what ye’re talking about.”
    â€œSure you don’t.”
    Ramsay left her without another word, heading for the refreshment table, acting almost as if she’d ceased to exist.
    He was the only person she knew in town, and he was treating her like a pariah. That little voice in the back of her mind said,
I told you so. You should’ve thought twice before coming to the land where warriors were invented.
    Kit glanced over at the head
warrioress
as she spoke with a group of women. Deydie looked as happy as a seal who’d caught a thrown fish. And why shouldn’t she? She’d taken Kit to the cleaners and had gotten exactly what she wanted for her town. This whole debacle had only added to Kit’s workload and troubles.
    Deydie broke away and came back over to Kit, towing the woman who had the American-Scots accent. “Ye need to meet my granddaughter, Caitie Buchanan.” The old woman gazed over at her proudly. “The Kilts and Quilts retreat was her idea. She’s a smart one, my Caitie.”
    â€œYou can call me Cait.” She extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” She seemed truly friendly, with no hidden agenda. “This is my son, Mattie.” The tworestaurateurs joined them, plus another couple. “This is Claire and Dominic Russo, and Emma and Doc MacGregor.”
    Kit shook their hands one by one, putting names to faces and noticing that Emma was well into her pregnancy, her belly filling out her maternity blouse. The two couples looked to be close