“Air ye deaf, lass?"I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass”
“Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.”
“Scissors! Scissors! Have ye got yer ane scissors?? Are ye deaf??”
“When it comes to ye, lass, I doubt even my sanity”
“Without warning, he jumped into the air. Startled, I held him tighter, my cheek against his. Speaking into my ear, he said, “Yer not too tall, nor too thin, nor do ye weigh too much. Yer perfect the way ye are, lass. A man that does not possess the strength, patience and intelligence to provide fer and protect a woman is no man at all.”
“Excuse me for a moment, will ye. I think I have to talk to the river,' he said unsteadily and flopped over the side-rail.”