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"I am quite out of patience with him." Fiona Kincaid set her teacup on the small tray with a decided click. "Dougal's been in a horrid temper since he arrived." "I like him better this way," Fiona's handsome husband retorted. "He barely said a word over breakfast." She gave an exasperated sigh. "I'm surprised you two don't get along better, as you're very similar." Jack's flat stare made her add hastily, "In things." "In very things."