soâ¦sorry.â
So maybe Kirsty had been telling the truth, Jake thought. Maybe she did know nothing of Angus. For a moment he regretted heâd made her angry. But then he remembered the flare of crimson in her cheeks and the flash of fire in her brown eyes and he didnât regret it. He found he was almost smiling.
This was looking good, he thought. This was looking excellent. Angus had been fond of Rory. Roryâs widow was at the gate, and if Roryâs widow was anything like her sisterâ¦they could be a breath of fresh air in this place. A breath of life.
âTheyâre outside, waiting,â he said. âI told them to give me a minute and then follow.â
âWho?â Angus was lost in his thoughts, and was suddenly confused.
âRoryâs widow and her sister.â
âRoryâs widow,â he repeated.
âSo it seems.â
âKenneth didnât tell me he was married.â
âMaybe Kenneth didnât know.â
Angus thought about that and then nodded, understanding. âAye. Maybe he wouldnât. Rory learned early to keep things to himself where Kenneth was concerned.â
âBut youâd like to see them?â
âIâd like to see them,â Angus agreed.
âCould you give them a bed for the night?â Jake askedâdiffidentlyâand held his breath.
The old man considered. He stared through the window down at his gardenâhis vegetable patch, where Jake knew he was longing to be right now.
Since his illness heâd drawn in on himself. He barely tolerated the housekeeper being here. Could he accept strangers?
How much had he loved Rory?
Jake held his breath some more.
âRoryâs widow,â Angus whispered at last. âWhat would she be like?â
âI donât know,â Jake told him. âI only met the sister. Kirsty. She seemsâ¦temperamental.â
âWhat does temperamental mean?â
âI guess it means sheâs cute,â Jake admitted, and Angus gave a crack of laughter that turned into a cough. But when he recovered there was still the glimmer of a smile remaining.
âWell, well. Signs of life. Time and enough, too. That wife of yours has been gone too long.â
âAngusâ¦â
âI know. Itâs none of my business. Youâre saying these women are at the gate now?â
âYes. Iâll go and let them in if itâs OK with you.â
âYou think they should be staying here?â
âI think they should stay.â
Angus surveyed his doctor for long moment. âSheâs cute?â he demanded, and he seemed almost teasing.
âNot Roryâs wife,â Jake said stiffly. âIâve only metââ
âI know who youâd be talking about,â Angus said testily. âRoryâs wifeâs sister. Sheâs cute?â
âYes, butââ
âAnd if sheâs staying the nightâ¦Youâll be back in the morning.â
âYes, butââ
âLetâs leave the buts,â Angus said, and his lined face creased into mischief. âIâll not be flying in the face of providence. Cute, eh? Well, well. Of course they can stay.â
CHAPTER TWO
OK, SO Angus was matchmaking but that was fine by him. Anything to get him to agree to have them stay, Jake decided as he made his way down the magnificently carved staircase.
He walked out the front door and stopped.
Heâd left his car blocking the castle entrance, with only just enough room for a pedestrian to squeeze past. The verge on either side was rough, corrugated by recent rains.
Heâd expected Kirsty and her sister to walk along the cobblestones.
What had happened was obvious. One of the women hadnât been able to walk.
Halfway along the walkway was a wheelchair, upturned. A woman was lying in the mud. Kirsty was bending over her.
Jake took one look and started to run.
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She was Kirstyâs