get the offline conveyor up and going. I have plenty of controls experience to give you a hand.â
By the stubborn set of her jaw, he didnât think sheâd accept his help.
Finally, she turned to him. âActually, that would begrand. I have an appointment in the morning, but afterward we can discuss further what MTech has in mind.â
Max rinsed the platter and handed it to her. âWhat about your father? Shouldnât I discuss the deal with him at the same time?â
âNay. Tomorrowâs not good.â She gave him no other explanation. As she dried, she seemed to be wrestling with the universe.
Alistair Philippa McDonnell was an interesting creature. She acted as tough as any roughneck on an oil rig but had a vulnerability that made him want to wrap her in his arms and tell her it would be okay. Which was ridiculous on so many levels. He shook the thought away and concentrated on the next dish.
With both of them working, it didnât take long to get the kitchen back in order and the counters wiped clean. Pippa set items out for tea in the morning. The act seemed so domestic and natural that Max uncharacteristically wished he had someone at his apartment to share a cup of coffee or tea with in the morning before heading off to work.
He banished the idea. Marriage and family were for people like his brother or sister, but not for him. He was happily married to his careerâliked his independence. And planned to keep his life just as it was.
Pippa held the swinging kitchen door open. âAre you ready?â
âYes.â He made his way down the hall to the front.
She retrieved their coats from the closet. He started to reach out and help her, but she shied away from him, slipping into her parka herself.
Fine. Apparently, chivalry is dead in Scotland.
He slipped into his down jacket and put on his hat. âSo what is this tea your father wants you to pick up?â
Pippa walked onto the porch and waited for him. âOur Bethia has recently become a certified herbalistâat seventy-five, no less. Sheâs one of the ladies from Quilting Central.â
âI met her today,â he said as they made their way down the boardwalk. âDeydieâs sidekick, right?â
âAye. Doc MacGregor talked her into it. With Bethia on call, it gives the doc a chance to get away now and then. As we speak, Docâs in Edinburgh with his da, something about minor surgery.â
âSo what has Bethia prescribed?â he asked.
âSheâs concocted a remedy for my da that she hopes will help heal his bones. Sheâs done wonders for others in the village.â Pippa got this worried look on her face and he wanted to reach over and smooth out the pinched line between her eyebrows.
âYour father, whatâs going on? How did he get injured? Is he going to be okay?â
She gave an evasive shrug. âI donât want to talk about it.â Her voice caught on the end. âItâs hard to see Da so . . . so . . . Heâs the strongest man I know.â She seemed to crumple.
He didnât know what to do and was surprised by how deeply he felt her pain. Irrationally, he wanted to hold her. But he couldnât do thatâher independent streak was wider than the ocean before them. In the next second, she confirmed it, straightening into a rigid pillar, back to being strong and prickly.
âIâm not normally soââ
âHuman?â he said, cutting her off. âItâs okay.â
She pushed her curls back, glaring at him.
He didnât back down. âYou care about your father and thereâs nothing wrong with needing someone to talk to or to lean on every now and then. I get the feeling youâre used to being
the shoulder to lean on
and not having one for yourself.â
âDonât pretend you know me, Mr. McKinley. Yeâre here to conduct business, not to be my
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