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"Haud yer wheesht, Aidan. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Gavin might eat all the pancakes before you emerge from your cocoon."
"I need a shower first. So away and chew a brush, Don Juan."
My brother chuckles, and I hear his footfalls receding.
Aye, I essentially told him to sod off. Aidan was being bloody cheeky, so he can't blame me for cursing at him.
Ten minutes later, I walk out of my room having showered and dressed in record time. As I shuffle into the living room, I see Gavin and Aidan sitting on stools at the bar, chatting about who knows what while Calli watches them with an amused expression. Once I reach the kitchen area, I realize the men are discussing a very important subject.
Gavin smiles and winks at me, then slides an arm around my waist to pull me close. But he speaks to Aidan. "Come on, bro, you can't honestly believe that British soccer is better than American football."
"Americans don't play football. The rest of the world knows that the term football refers to the sport that involves a round ball that no one catches. They kick it about instead. Only American heathens call it 'soccer.' "
"Soccer is a sport for pansies. Try real football sometime, and we'll see how tough you really are. I'll even pay for your ticket so you can watch the Packers in action."
"Packers? Do you work in a factory?"
Gavin gives my brother a sarcastically disappointed look. "The Green Bay Packers. It's a football team."
"Isn't Green Bay in Wisconsin? I thought you were from Minnesota."
"Yeah, but I prefer the Packers. Just because I live in Minneapolis doesn't mean I'm required to support their team."
"How strange. If I decided to support Chelsea instead of Kilmarnock, I'd be run out of Scotland."
Gavin scrunches up his face. "What are Chelsea and Kilmarnock?"
"Football teams. Kilmarnock is in the Highlands."
"Uh-huh. Do you play so-called football?"
Aidan smirks. "Aye, but I prefer shinty."
Calli smacks two plates down on the bar, one for Aidan and one for Gavin. "Stuff your faces, boys. We girls are sick of listening to you two gab about sports. Aren't we, Jamie?"
"Oh, aye, we are."
Calli offers me a plate and a glass of orange juice, then she and I sit on the sofa to enjoy our breakfast and chat about much more interesting topics. We haver about how silly men are about sports as well as what we'd like to do today. The men don't seem to pay any attention to our conversation---until we begin to discuss what we should do today.
"Aidan and I should take you two on a tour of the Keweenaw Peninsula," Calli suggests. "The scenery is just gorgeous this time of year."
My brother crosses his arms over his chest as he turns his attention to Calli. "Why dinnae we let Gavin and Jamie go sightseeing on their own."
I can't help laughing. "Desperate to have a poke, eh?"
"Falbh a ghabhail do ghnùis airson cac."
Gavin lifts one brow. "And for those of us who don't speak Gaelic, that means..."
"Away and take your face for a shite."
The man who kissed me yesterday, and did it so thoroughly that I'm still weak in the knees, gives Aidan a hard stare. It's pure sarcasm, though. "Don't speak to a lady that way, asshat."
I kiss Gavin's cheek. "Dinnae worry about me. I can handle any of my brothers, even all three at once."
"Yeah, I'm sure you can."
