Cathair heard someone approach and grabbed the bag to stop it mid-swing. He looked over his shoulder to see Eden, looking like she'd just rolled out of bed. Worse still was the expression on her face and the way she had her arms wrapped her around herself.
She didn't look remotely like the charmingly loony woman who'd brought him low with cheap shot than had the pluck to try to chat him up.
All that tension he'd just worked out of his back came back as soon as she said his name. "Saints, colleen," he muttered as he crossed the distance still between them. "What's happened?"