Free Mackenzie Family Christmas: The Perfect Gift by Jennifer Ashley Page B

Something snicked against the door with a more decisive sound. "I've found it useful prying back bolts on hotel room doors."
    "And why, son, were ye prying back bolts on hotel room doors?" Cameron's growl sounded in heavily accented Scots.
    Daniel's answer was innocent. "Oh, university high jinks. Pranks. You know."
    Ainsley said, "If it involved ladies, do not tell me."
    Daniel snorted a laugh. "Very well, stepmama. Ah, I have it."
    The bolt slid back and the door handle moved. Ian was already up and leaping across the room, knowing exactly where to put his feet so he wouldn't ruin what he was building.
    He reached the door and slammed his hand against it just as Daniel swung it open.
    "No," Ian said. "Stay out."
    Daniel's head came around the door, Ainsley's fair one below it. "Good heavens, Ian, what are you doing?" Ainsley asked.
    "Let me in," Hart said in a harsh voice.
    Ian felt the door give, and he shoved back. "Daniel, keep him out. Don't let Beth see."
    "Don't let Beth see what?" came Beth's anxious voice.
    Hart brought his fists down on the door and shouldered his way past Daniel. He saw the state of the room and stopped. "What the devil?"
    Daniel's quick glance took in everything, and his eyes started to sparkle. Hart's brows came down, his anger not abated. "Come out of there, Ian," Hart said. "You're worrying Beth."
    "When I'm finished," Ian said.
    Hart started to argue, but Daniel stepped into the room and up his hand. "No, no wait. I think I know what he's doing." He scanned what Ian had set up. "Bloody marvelous."
    "What?" Beth asked. "Move, Hart, I want to see."
    Daniel whirled, kilt spinning, and spread his arms. "Ian's right. Everyone out, or you'll ruin it. Beth, it's a surprise. You'll like it. I promise."
    Hart remained fixed in place. Daniel didn't move, and Ian kept his hand on the door, ready to slam it shut.
    "I'll stay and help Ian, Uncle Hart. But you all have to go. And leave him alone. I'll look after him."
    Hart's expression was murderous. Ainsley shook her head and withdrew.
    "Thank you, Danny." Beth's voice came from the hall, but she remained without and didn't try to push her way in. "Come along, Hart. If Daniel says it's all right, it must be."
    "Yes, let's go have some tea," Ainsley said. "Eleanor will be dying to hear what is happening. Besides, don't you need to pry secrets out of a Prussian prince?"
    Hart didn't answer either of the ladies. He held Ian's gaze, and Ian didn't let himself look away. He knew that Hart was reassured when Ian looked into Hart's eyes, taking it as a sign that Ian hadn't slipped back into madness. Gazing into Beth's eyes was easy--they were so beautiful; she was so beautiful--but Ian still wasn't always comfortable sharing so intimate a glance with anyone else.
    But he'd learned that he could look at his brothers if he wanted to. And if it meant they went away and left him in peace, so much the better.
    Hart at last gave Ian a nod, turned around, and stalked away, as though going had been his idea. Ian heard Beth and Ainsley begin talking at once, Cameron's growl, less edgy than before, and Curry's exasperated exclamation that looking after Ian was putting lines on his face.
    Daniel closed the door and beamed a wide smile. "What a setup. For Beth, you say?"
    "For Jamie and Belle." Ian liked that Daniel moved carefully, not disturbing what Ian had put into place. "Which will make Beth happy again."
    "You're amazing, Uncle Ian. The only man in Scotland who can put an entire house in an uproar by locking a door."
    "I didn't want the dogs in."
    "Good thinking. Now." Daniel put his hands on his kilt-clad hips. "I have a few gadgets I could add--clockwork figures, clockwork noisemaking machines, and . . . clocks. Will you let me?"
    Ian imagined it, the timing, speeds, and events. "Yes," he said.
    Another thing Ian liked about Daniel was that he didn't need long explanations and reassurance. He only laughed and rubbed his hands.
    "Right," Daniel said. "Let's get to