"You should see what's underneath," Oliver replied with a waggle of his eyebrows. Oliver kissed his girlfriend back happily, not giving a damn who may have been watching. And that included his mother. She'd already written him to point out that he could do better, but Oliver knew how wrong she was. Mandy was perfect.
It felt good for a gala to be hosted in Scotland. Oliver didn't feel the least bit out of place in his kilt and for once wasn't the only Scot about. His mother's family, the Burkes, were out in large numbers and Oliver occasionally nodded to a cousin or uncle.
"My Uncle Oliver is here," he warned Mandy. "I get my charm from him, so don't go falling in love with the old coot. He has a fondness for pretty witches."