She was dainty and small, tough as nails and soft as silk. So she wasn’t one to wear high heels and slinky dresses or lipstick and she’d sooner ca...ry a revolver than a purse. She didn’t bother with primping and preening, she fought like a fucking Scotsman, he’d seen her with too many bruises to count and covered with blood; her own and the man who’s throat she just slit. She was a proper stand up fucking soldier she was but she still managed to be one of the most feminine creatures he’d ever. "You must be wee Nicola's man then," he nodded towards her and passed Peter a lager."Yes, I'm Peter." He reached out his hand to him.It was engulfed in the bearded man's huge hand. "I'm Jack," he beamed. Peter nearly lost his balance from the vigorous shake. Jack was well over six feet, somewhere in his fifties and oozed masculinity. Nicola had been pulled aside to dance with the boy and was clearly enjoying herself.Jack stood next to Peter, hooking his arm around his shoulder. "You're a lucky. Also his bedroom was arranged in such a way that it was really looking like small spa which has just started. At the center of the room there was a wooden table with mattress on it and nice smelling incense stick was burning with many bottles of oil around the room.Now all my tensions were gone since it was really looking like a spa. I went out and called my aunt to come out from the bathroom and then I escorted her to the bedroom. From there Manisha took her inside and asked me to wait outside. It was cozy and comfortable and just a door down from the master suite.Karen decided to move her great-great-grandfather’s desk back into the library downstairs along with the papers and books they had been packing so carefully. Other family members needed access to those materials. The study in the master suite would be used for more personal pursuits like writing her book and Gee’s coordination of volunteers.“I’m going to invite Raven back to live here,” Karen sighed. “I think she’d be.