Brenner Mahoney (

Brenner dropped his arms and felt his cheeks burn bright red. Another one who wanted to make fun of his accent. Well, if he were back on the estate, they'd be making fun of hers, he told himself.

"I'm speaking English, an' all," he said gruffly. "I can't help it if ye don't understand us."

Now that they weren't hugging, he could see the face of the girl that had thrown herself at him, and he turned even redder. She was beautiful, and he had just had his hands on her. In a completely innocent way, but still. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all, if she could get past the accent mocking.

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