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"Aye, but you really should change your shoes. Sure you dinnae want those wellies?"
"Okay, fine."
Thane sprints down the hall, disappearing into another room.
I wait here, tapping the toe of my ridiculously expensive pumps, and wait for the man in charge to return.
He emerges from that room and jogs up to me, offering me a pair of rubber boots. "Here you are. They should fit you, since they're Fiona's backup pair."
"She won't need them?"
"Not for a while, I'm sure." He holds out his free hand to me. "Best hold on to me while you take off your heels. It's the safest way."
"That's very kind of you." I accept his hand, then kick my pumps off and step into the wellies. I have to say I like that word. It's cute. Now that I'm properly attired, I pull my hand away. "Thank you, Mr. Buchanan."
"Please call me Thane. I've never cared for formality."
"That's fine."
"Do you go by Becky? Or Becca?"
"No."
"What about Becks?"
"No. Just Rebecca."
He sighs. "As you wish. Let's begin the tour."
Was that a disapproving sigh? Does he think I'm uptight? Oh, please. I'm too old to give a damn what a man, or anyone, thinks of me.
Thane leads me straight down the hall to another doorway. He pushes it open, and I see the outdoors beyond the threshold. "We should begin where whisky gets its start."
"And that would be where?"
"Outside. I'll explain once we get there. All right?"
"Sure. You're the boss."
He steps outside and holds the door until I'm through it. Then he leads me down a well-worn dirt path. It seems to wind through the forest, and I can't figure out what the woods have to do with whisky. Of course, I know nothing about this industry, so I'll just keep quiet and wait for him to explain. Since the path is narrow, I end up following him. That gives me a great view of his ass, thanks to the way his pants mold to his glutes.
Soon, I detect the faint sounds of burbling water.
I've been lagging behind him, so I can admire his ass. Now, I trot up beside him. "Are we going to a pond or something? Thought I heard water."
"Ye did. But it's not a pond."
"What is it, then?"
"Patience, maise."
What did he just say? I have no idea what maise means, and I don't feel like asking him about that right now. Business first, conversation later.
"That means 'beauty,' in case you were wondering."
As we keep walking, the trail widens gradually. I can now see the water that I'd heard burbling.
Thane halts at the bank. "Here it is. All our whiskey begins with the water taken from this river."
