| “Accept the money, Gabriel.” She said sternly. “What?” he looked at her in disbelief. “Although I must admit, such currency is strange to me, these coins are real gold and we could use that. Now take his money and be gone with you.” She ordered. “I will not have you command me like I am a child, Isabella. I am your older brother.” “Older but not wiser. Either you take the money or I will. Although you will gain more good favor from father if you were the one who went ahead with this wise decision.” She knew she had won him already. Gabriel was always looking for ways to gain their father’s approval. “Well…alright.” He held his hand out, took the money, and stomped off with a greater scowl on his face. “Thank you very much for helping me. My name is Owen.” He extended his hand. “Pleased to meet you Owen. I am Isabella. You are most welcome. Gabriel tends to be a little stubborn at times. Ignore him as best you can and you’ll be fine.” She smiled warmly at him. “Thank you. I’ll be sure to use that advice.” “Anytime. Do you need help getting your things to your room?” “Not at all. I can handle it.” He shook his head. “If you insist. I will head inside and help with your room’s preparations then.” With that, she hurried inside. Isabella stopped just inside the door. Gabriel was already there and was giving her a disapproving look. “What’s the matter, Gabe?” Isabella asked innocently. “You know exactly what’s the matter.” “Do I? I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t play with me, little sister. Why did you help that—that—outsider?” he glared at her. “Without ‘outsiders’ as you so put it, our little inn would not prosper. You just don’t like him because he’s taking the attention from your admirers. Now excuse me, big brother, I have to prepare a room for our guest.” She stalked off upstairs leaving Gabriel speechless. She found her mother in an empty room. “Ahh, there you are. Help me, child.” Her mother said breathlessly. “Yes mother.” And she began to tidy up the room. “Have you seen him?” “Gabriel? Yes, he’s sitting around, sulking like a child.” Isabella grinned. “No, not your brother. I mean the stranger.” Her eyes twinkled. |