Adam McAllister, Viscount Blair, was late, and he hated not being punctual above just about any other imperfection he might be plagued with on any given day. There simply was no excuse for it, barring, of course, the occasional blizzard or hail storm that might understandably impede his progress. But today....
I'm not strict at all. I've found that it's much easier to teach the children if they are comfortable with me and aren't always thinking up some way to discompose me, such as with a frog in my bed or some such thing, you know.
Adam's green eyes glittered dangerously. He laughed deep in his throat, causing a delicious shiver of yearning to rack Letitia's body. "Aye, Tish, you shall see..." Then he pulled her onto the bed with him and satisfied his wife's prodigious curiosity once and for all -- or at least until the next time he wore a kilt.