As an author I'm in my head all day and I worry that I lose touch with reality. But then my dog pees on my shoe and I know I've found it again.

Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment.

Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn’t have tried to turn ya into a snake.

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn’t you?

He’s not wearing…” Charlotte began.“I know. He doesn’t,” Lydia answered.

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, “And that was just my hand, love.

A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it.

Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing ’cause I loooove your a—”“For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside,” Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.

Lydia had been fantasizing about him to the point she nearly drove him insane with it. It had taken four days for his energy to weaken inside her enough that he could go and visit her without fear she would throw him across the town in a gust of wind, and thus cause a scene. Although, getting run out of town after one day would be a new MacGregor record.