"Basil's wife," Angus commented. "She was irked with me, and I suppose she had a right to be. Marcus was ready to break her arm, though."
"That's the job," Marcus shrugged. "Besides, I had help."
"Evan and Edward stepped in to help Marcus protect me, and that's when the brawl really began," Angus told her.
"You didn't notice, did you, but Evan has been in a pub fight or three. He knows how to brawl with the best of them," Marcus said. "Suppose he took lessons from your gran?"
"Caprice? Brawling?" Nigel said. "All I've heard about her is what a poised, gracious lady she was."
"She was. Apparently, though, she met my grandfather during a pub brawl," Angus laughed. That made Nigel laugh.
"Edward did seem to be having much too good a time with it," Marcus cast him a smile of amusement.
"Those people? He's been wanting to punch their lights out for decades," Angus said. "And he finally got just cause to do it. I bet they'll think twice before they ask him for money again."
"Either that or they'll blame you for it anyway," Marcus said.
"Well, that's a given," Angus said.
"God, your family has so many strange bits in it," Nigel shook his head.
"That's part of why Edward's been largely living in England in such a small little log cabin when he could be basking in Italian luxury," Angus said. "He loves the general idea that the family all lives in the same compound, but in actual practice, it just generally sucks. I've told him he needs to kick them all out, tear down the houses, and build more orchards and vineyards. I doubt he'll do it, but someday, I might. I might leave Evan alone, though. Maybe. Changing subjects entirely, how did the girls do in Venice? Did they get adequately outfitted, do you think? We really should take them for good, professional haircuts and maybe a mani-pedi. I think they might enjoy it. I bet Simone already knows the best salon here to do that, and I'm sure you probably know a salon at home but I was just thinking they might have a good time."