Kit couldn’t believe it. She’d actually abandoned the tour, run off on her own … No wonder Malcolm was downstairs getting drunk. Kit was tempted to put Margo straight over his knee and wallop her backside until she couldn’t sit. But the fire in her glare told him it wouldn’t do any good.
”That’s it,” he said coldly. “You are clearly too reckless for your own good. I’d thought you were capable of learning something. I was wrong. Worse, you lied to me. Eighteen hell.” Margo lost color. “Pack your things. You’re going home.”
”The hell I am! You’re just an overprotective, lonely old man too scared to let me try my wings! I’m ready and you’re not letting me prove it!”
They locked glares.
Goldie intervened quietly. “If I might suggest it, why don’t you two go somewhere separately to cool off and think this over? Kit, clearly no harm was done. She’s made it back just fine. Margo, why don’t you come back later and we’ll finish this transaction. You might think about the scare you’ve given everyone. Now, may I help you, sir? Yes, I can certainly exchange that for you … .”
Kit stalked out, leaving Margo to make her own way back to the apartment. He was so angry he couldn’t think straight. Of all the bone-headed, childish, idiotic … He didn’t care what Goldie said, Margo was clearly not ready to scout. Goldie had never set foot across a single down-time gate. She had no concept of the dangers that could threaten even an ordinary little tour, particularly when one of the pig-headed tourists abandoned her guides and struck out on her own without knowing so much as half-a-dozen words of the language … .